Oh dear
So im on placement in the middle of nowhere in the city somewhere between the cocacola sighn and hyde park but no where near FOOD!
I wander around on my 1 hour lunch break with my precious $10, all the money i have left in the world, and I AM STARVING!
I find this small pokey little lebonese cafe. They do a kebab and drink for $10.
Yeh i'll probably get food poisoning but I am too hungry to care right now.
The lebanese bloke comes out and chats to me in the typically flirtatious way that lebanese have a habbit of doing. He talks me into a chicken wrap and even mentions it comes with a special yoghurt and garlic sauce. Sure what ever I say. He goes round the corner and disappears. I find this odd but oh well. His cousin comes out bearing a very percularly shaped head and starts chatting to me about jobs that hes done and how great it is running a shop with his cousin. He's chatting for about 10 minutes when I start to think... the chicken is already cooked... how long does it take to put it in bread? Another 5 minutes and im worried as... GIVE ME MY FOOD.
The cousin comes out and says "sorry about the wait" and hands me a perfectly wrapped tasty looking snack"
And then it happens. This glance he gives his cousin, this kind of look they exchange and in a moment... oh no... This is when I notice he's red in the face, my wrap took nearly 20 minutes to... well... wrap!
I leave the shop. Im so hungry my head is full of voices "they didnt" "they totally did" "who would do that" "no they didnt" I go round the corner and unwrap my lunch and there it is... runny clear "yoghurt and garlic sauce" Im still that hungry that my brain is telling me to eat it.
I throw it in the bin and cry.
On coming back to the office here I asked if anyone had bread I could eat, this meant that I had to tell someone my story. As I said, it was probably all in my head, but my head wouldnt let me eat it.
yay for poverty!
Oh and the place Im breifly working with, not only houses the largest collection of bleach fried blondes in tomorrows fashion releases along with perfect nails and make up,.. they also sport coke addictions. Didn't mean to walk in on that in the bathroom...lol
I wander around on my 1 hour lunch break with my precious $10, all the money i have left in the world, and I AM STARVING!
I find this small pokey little lebonese cafe. They do a kebab and drink for $10.
Yeh i'll probably get food poisoning but I am too hungry to care right now.
The lebanese bloke comes out and chats to me in the typically flirtatious way that lebanese have a habbit of doing. He talks me into a chicken wrap and even mentions it comes with a special yoghurt and garlic sauce. Sure what ever I say. He goes round the corner and disappears. I find this odd but oh well. His cousin comes out bearing a very percularly shaped head and starts chatting to me about jobs that hes done and how great it is running a shop with his cousin. He's chatting for about 10 minutes when I start to think... the chicken is already cooked... how long does it take to put it in bread? Another 5 minutes and im worried as... GIVE ME MY FOOD.
The cousin comes out and says "sorry about the wait" and hands me a perfectly wrapped tasty looking snack"
And then it happens. This glance he gives his cousin, this kind of look they exchange and in a moment... oh no... This is when I notice he's red in the face, my wrap took nearly 20 minutes to... well... wrap!
I leave the shop. Im so hungry my head is full of voices "they didnt" "they totally did" "who would do that" "no they didnt" I go round the corner and unwrap my lunch and there it is... runny clear "yoghurt and garlic sauce" Im still that hungry that my brain is telling me to eat it.
I throw it in the bin and cry.
On coming back to the office here I asked if anyone had bread I could eat, this meant that I had to tell someone my story. As I said, it was probably all in my head, but my head wouldnt let me eat it.
yay for poverty!
Oh and the place Im breifly working with, not only houses the largest collection of bleach fried blondes in tomorrows fashion releases along with perfect nails and make up,.. they also sport coke addictions. Didn't mean to walk in on that in the bathroom...lol