So what we gun' have? Dessert or disaaaaata?
I am the best procrastinator in the world :]
In 35 minutes, Jess is coming to pick me up, and I have done nothing I was supposed to. I have to tidy my room, pack a bag, pack MORE stuff for tomorrow, make some food for tomorrow, get changed plus probably more.
Tomorrow is the beginning of three longs weeks of summer scheme! This can be deemed both good and bad I guess, Mostly good.
Anyway, Jess basically just told me I was staying with her tonight, because her parents are away, and she doubts I will be up and at it tomorrow for 8:30. I love how she mothers me, even though she is two years younger than me. I love Jess, haha.
I have survived another bitch of a weekend at work. I worked 6-11 on friday. It was a pretty decent shift, as I was working with some pretty sound staff. I had a small mental breakdown in the fire escape, which led Laura and I to skive for half an hour. One of the highlights of my weekend was Marek, the Slovakian waiter, walking up to me and singing (in his funny little accent) (( to the tune of 'its not fair' by Lily Allen))
" ITS SO WARM AND ITS REALLY NOT OKAY, REALLY NOT OKAY REALLYYYYY NOT OKAY. OH ITS SUPPOSED TO BE COOL, BUT ITS REALLY REALLY WARM. REALLY REALLY WARM."
This may not sound funny in the slightest, but if you spent five minutes trying to work in that bar, you'd die from being exposed to pure warmth. Theres something wrong with the air con in the restaurant lounge, which the bar over looks, and its like a sauna. Making our bar a sauna. Making life shit. Like I can't even explain how horrible it is. The bar is pretty small, with three huge fridges which make a huge amount of heat, and a glasswasher. Its, no joke, about 35 degrees. Bleeeeh.
So after work I went to Donegans. It was nice. Like everyone I could possibly wish to see was there. Becky, Cathie, Michelle, Skip, Louise, Rick and possibly his brothers, Phil, Ginge, Alastair.
Work on Saturday was HELL. I worked 11-5 then 6-2. I could of cried by about 11. Three cans of redbull, two coffees and I still nearly died. One of the amazing perks of working in a bar though, is staff drinks when we finish. Beautiful.
Worked today, it was sunday, therefore it sucked. I did too much of everyone elses work, not enough of mine, ate some ice cream, drank like 14 litres of water and broke three glasses. Yum.
Aaaaaanyway, I should be getting ready, instead of eating a banana and listening to Uffie. Oh well :)
I may never update this again, due to the next 5 days. 8 leaders, 30 small children. The zoo. W5. and much more. I might possibly die :(
Man, I love Andy Roddick .Brrrr! Fuck you Fedora, you Swiss tosser. Fuck ads on Spotify. Fuck how much I love Keri Hilson/Ne Yo/ Kanyes West's song. Fuck Regent, just cause I miss it.
I can't even write. My brain doesn't work. That's enough.
In 35 minutes, Jess is coming to pick me up, and I have done nothing I was supposed to. I have to tidy my room, pack a bag, pack MORE stuff for tomorrow, make some food for tomorrow, get changed plus probably more.
Tomorrow is the beginning of three longs weeks of summer scheme! This can be deemed both good and bad I guess, Mostly good.
Anyway, Jess basically just told me I was staying with her tonight, because her parents are away, and she doubts I will be up and at it tomorrow for 8:30. I love how she mothers me, even though she is two years younger than me. I love Jess, haha.
I have survived another bitch of a weekend at work. I worked 6-11 on friday. It was a pretty decent shift, as I was working with some pretty sound staff. I had a small mental breakdown in the fire escape, which led Laura and I to skive for half an hour. One of the highlights of my weekend was Marek, the Slovakian waiter, walking up to me and singing (in his funny little accent) (( to the tune of 'its not fair' by Lily Allen))
" ITS SO WARM AND ITS REALLY NOT OKAY, REALLY NOT OKAY REALLYYYYY NOT OKAY. OH ITS SUPPOSED TO BE COOL, BUT ITS REALLY REALLY WARM. REALLY REALLY WARM."
This may not sound funny in the slightest, but if you spent five minutes trying to work in that bar, you'd die from being exposed to pure warmth. Theres something wrong with the air con in the restaurant lounge, which the bar over looks, and its like a sauna. Making our bar a sauna. Making life shit. Like I can't even explain how horrible it is. The bar is pretty small, with three huge fridges which make a huge amount of heat, and a glasswasher. Its, no joke, about 35 degrees. Bleeeeh.
So after work I went to Donegans. It was nice. Like everyone I could possibly wish to see was there. Becky, Cathie, Michelle, Skip, Louise, Rick and possibly his brothers, Phil, Ginge, Alastair.
Work on Saturday was HELL. I worked 11-5 then 6-2. I could of cried by about 11. Three cans of redbull, two coffees and I still nearly died. One of the amazing perks of working in a bar though, is staff drinks when we finish. Beautiful.
Worked today, it was sunday, therefore it sucked. I did too much of everyone elses work, not enough of mine, ate some ice cream, drank like 14 litres of water and broke three glasses. Yum.
Aaaaaanyway, I should be getting ready, instead of eating a banana and listening to Uffie. Oh well :)
I may never update this again, due to the next 5 days. 8 leaders, 30 small children. The zoo. W5. and much more. I might possibly die :(
Man, I love Andy Roddick .Brrrr! Fuck you Fedora, you Swiss tosser. Fuck ads on Spotify. Fuck how much I love Keri Hilson/Ne Yo/ Kanyes West's song. Fuck Regent, just cause I miss it.
I can't even write. My brain doesn't work. That's enough.