How bleeding on a customer's table helped me make a decision.

[kingyummy]

Making a decision is a big deal because I am SHIT at making my mind up.

I vacillate terribly. It doesn't matter if it's a really insignificant decision (should I have coffee or tea? which pub do I want to go to?)  or a really major one (should I move to Tanzania? should I defer my university studies for a year?)  - I can never just make up my

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[kingyummy]

It's okay actually - apart from the fact that the cafe seems to exist in some kind of worm-hole, where time passes at one third the rate it does on Earth.

And apart from the utterly unspeakable, monstrously arrogant Oxford students who come in wearing their college scarves and talking complete crap about "Daddy" and how "the groom at the stable is such a ghastly man" in their loud, braying voices.

And apart from the fact that never in my life have my feet hurt as much as they do since I started this job.

The tips are disappointing, to be honest. They're pooled and then divided up and handed out once a week, so we just have to trust the owner and the manager not to skim.

Apart from all that, it's okay. I'm definitely glad that I took this one over the other one. I'm still itching to get my hands on the sits vac section of this week's edition of the local paper, though...

[kingyummy]

Are you kidding?? The vast majority of Oxford students are like that! It's a fucking nightmare - I just cringe whenever I see them: they are the reason that normal, lower-income people don't even *apply* to the university