"Well, well, well, you're feeling fine."
Realising that you're still sick when you thought you had just got better... well, that sucks.
Realising it the day before all Hell breaks loose - that's even worse. If there is one weekend (any given year!) during which you do NOT want to be in need of a doctor, it's definitely this weekend.
During Valborg/ Walpurgis, this city is a wretched hive of scum and villainry. People are drunk. Almost all people. Even old people, and certainly a fair amount of youngsters. What's worse; as a bartender, you have to serve people more of the shit which makes them shitfaced.
And IF you end up sick, then you'll most certainly have to wait while the doctors tend to the four hundred umpteen people having ended up a) drunk, b) stabbed with a knife, c) punched in the face or d) stomped almost to death by stampeding students.
Oh well, oh well. I'm phoning the Doc tomorrow. If I am not given an appointment, I'm gonna lie down on the floor and cry. Then I'm off to work, because I would never, ever ditch a boy in need, and staff is MUCH needed in the bars this weekend. Hence, me work for boy. Yaarrrr. Then me die.
Right now I'm off to the cinema, though. I'm planning to see Nowhere Boy - again. You can never get too much John Lennon in your life.
Realising it the day before all Hell breaks loose - that's even worse. If there is one weekend (any given year!) during which you do NOT want to be in need of a doctor, it's definitely this weekend.
During Valborg/ Walpurgis, this city is a wretched hive of scum and villainry. People are drunk. Almost all people. Even old people, and certainly a fair amount of youngsters. What's worse; as a bartender, you have to serve people more of the shit which makes them shitfaced.
And IF you end up sick, then you'll most certainly have to wait while the doctors tend to the four hundred umpteen people having ended up a) drunk, b) stabbed with a knife, c) punched in the face or d) stomped almost to death by stampeding students.
Oh well, oh well. I'm phoning the Doc tomorrow. If I am not given an appointment, I'm gonna lie down on the floor and cry. Then I'm off to work, because I would never, ever ditch a boy in need, and staff is MUCH needed in the bars this weekend. Hence, me work for boy. Yaarrrr. Then me die.
Right now I'm off to the cinema, though. I'm planning to see Nowhere Boy - again. You can never get too much John Lennon in your life.