At times, I love working at restaurants. Seriously, once you're in with the cooks, you're golden. This was my lunch-slash-dinner today: fried fish (as you can see, both little whole ones and large chunks, piping hot, straight out of the fryer. Looks gross, tastes great), with plenty of little salads on the side: guacamole, salsa, parsley salad, cabbage salad. Yum. And to add a little spice to my meal, I got thinking about how someone described to me today the best way to evade immigration inspectors. Does my life mirror that of some Chinese girl, working for a bit at some restaurant in the States? Yes. Yes, I think it does.