This week at the soup kitchen went well. Once again I had to make copies and the practice I had before didn’t make it any easier. It still took ten minutes of sitting and staring at the machine and pressing every button before some man from the church happened to walk in. He pressed one button and the machine started (I am sure I pressed that button at least four times). This was the Friday after we got back from the DC trip, and at one point during the meal while serving, I had a mini-panic attack when I looked down and didn’t see my gloves! I though someone would have noticed and told me but no one had. After I remembered we weren’t required to wear gloves, I continued serving. I started noticing more things that were different between the soup kitchen and DC Central Kitchen. Also, while serving the people, I noticed how one lady kept acting like she could tell me what to do. I thought this was an interesting server/served relationship. Although I was serving her and trying to provide her with a good meal, I still found the way she was talking to me difficult. I wanted to help her, but I wanted her to appreciate what I was doing for her at the same time. The rest of the day went well.