mi amiga

Last night Leah convinced me to work with her at her "new job." Her workplace is out by the mill in this gigantic warehouse. Its basically just a huge slavedrivin' fish processing plant. There are about 20 Mexicans working out there from 6 am to 12 pm everyday. When they're done, they are hauled to their "home" in a big 15-passenger van. There "home" is a trailer parked at the Stargavin Campgrounds. Most of them speak very little English.
Upon arriving I was geared up. I had on an apron (which was already covered in blood, fish chunks, and scales), gloves, plastic arm gards, and a HAIRNET! Believe me, I looked hotter than ever. Anyways, we were told we were going to be helping package fish. That consisted of us pulling frozen salmon fillets off of a corn syrup/water bath-conveyor belt. That was fun. For a while, until our hands starting going numb from the cold water.
Later, we layed big halibut fillets on racks. -Pretty important work, yeah.
A few minutes into that, and an older Mexican woman tapped me on the shoulder and directed me into the back of the warehouse. She began tearing plastic wrap from a big roll and directed me to separate the pieces. She asked me if I spoke Spanish and I said, "No," quite nervously. Then I remembered a line! "Como te llamas?"
She replied, "Bueno. Me llamo Vivida." -I wasn't exactly sure of her name.
Anyways, then I continued, "Me llamo Elaina."
She replied, "Oh, beautiful. Your name [is] Spanish." I smiled and continued.
She smiled back, pointed at me and said, "Mi amiga."