good day
little things make your day so much better.
i patted a friendly dog on the way to the station, got a free newspaper on the train (everyone goes for them so you have to be fast and scan passing carriages before you get on), meeting up with my friend carrington to walk up the hill to college, talking shit about some dudes out front screwfacing everyone, we did a new chinese menu today which meant only 1 dish each so a long break, borrowed 60p for a drink with no qualms or insults from my mates, sun was shining, had a bifta and a nice chat in jamies car before getting back in easily cuz the gate was unlocked (the security cunts always come along and close the gate behind us so we have to walk all the way to the front of college then all the way through to catering dept or climb through a window), i ate some bamboo shoots (not much taste to them and a texture like cold custard), sweated my bollocks off in service, easy clean down, some leftover food was gobbled up as fast as only cooking students can eat, caught my very close train connection, read my book in the sun coming through the window, meandered home without my customary cig (ive cut down), shower and a nap and a little smoke in the last of the sunshine.
i patted a friendly dog on the way to the station, got a free newspaper on the train (everyone goes for them so you have to be fast and scan passing carriages before you get on), meeting up with my friend carrington to walk up the hill to college, talking shit about some dudes out front screwfacing everyone, we did a new chinese menu today which meant only 1 dish each so a long break, borrowed 60p for a drink with no qualms or insults from my mates, sun was shining, had a bifta and a nice chat in jamies car before getting back in easily cuz the gate was unlocked (the security cunts always come along and close the gate behind us so we have to walk all the way to the front of college then all the way through to catering dept or climb through a window), i ate some bamboo shoots (not much taste to them and a texture like cold custard), sweated my bollocks off in service, easy clean down, some leftover food was gobbled up as fast as only cooking students can eat, caught my very close train connection, read my book in the sun coming through the window, meandered home without my customary cig (ive cut down), shower and a nap and a little smoke in the last of the sunshine.