Sick at the worst moment
Let's start with me repeating that I will post about my hiatus at some point or other. I seriously will. I would probably even do it today, what with Roland Garros almost not happening today due to rain, but I got sick. For the first time I my life I can honestly say that I have a serious case of sore throat. It never happened to me before.
I got up around 9 (Graduated! No school! Sleeping in late!) with a mild case of sore throat and feeling a bit out of it but around 2pm it seriously started to hurt and I felt like shit. Worse yet, I didn't think to call my parents to buy me meds so they had to go back at 5pm to buy me some, for this developing sickness.
Worse yet my hopefully soon-to-be boss finally called me today to say that my first training takes place tomorrow at 5pm. You see, I'm going to go through a 3-4 day long training for waitress. I got a chance to work this season in one of the best restaurants in town, I just have to do really well during this training. However, as my boss and tons of other people know, being a waitress is not an easy job. That's why during all three talks we had so far she said that if I do not feel up to this task I should tell her this after the training. To encourage me to be open she also said that at least one person every year does that.
The faith she has in me.
Also, I'm sick.
Lady Luck, where are you?
Anyway, there's no way I'm not going there tomorrow. I really need this job to earn some cash for uni life. Since I kinda hope I will get accepted to my dream university. And I wouldn't want to put more strain on my parents already not impressive income so I'm aiming for sponsoring my accommodation. Accommodation hopefully means dorms, since I don't think I could afford much more.
Another big advantage of getting this job would be gaining experience. This way I would have work experience necessary to find a job in city. And, I suspect, tips would be even better there and I could probably work on weekends.
So, tomorrow is the D-Day. Wish me luck!
I got up around 9 (Graduated! No school! Sleeping in late!) with a mild case of sore throat and feeling a bit out of it but around 2pm it seriously started to hurt and I felt like shit. Worse yet, I didn't think to call my parents to buy me meds so they had to go back at 5pm to buy me some, for this developing sickness.
Worse yet my hopefully soon-to-be boss finally called me today to say that my first training takes place tomorrow at 5pm. You see, I'm going to go through a 3-4 day long training for waitress. I got a chance to work this season in one of the best restaurants in town, I just have to do really well during this training. However, as my boss and tons of other people know, being a waitress is not an easy job. That's why during all three talks we had so far she said that if I do not feel up to this task I should tell her this after the training. To encourage me to be open she also said that at least one person every year does that.
The faith she has in me.
Also, I'm sick.
Lady Luck, where are you?
Anyway, there's no way I'm not going there tomorrow. I really need this job to earn some cash for uni life. Since I kinda hope I will get accepted to my dream university. And I wouldn't want to put more strain on my parents already not impressive income so I'm aiming for sponsoring my accommodation. Accommodation hopefully means dorms, since I don't think I could afford much more.
Another big advantage of getting this job would be gaining experience. This way I would have work experience necessary to find a job in city. And, I suspect, tips would be even better there and I could probably work on weekends.
So, tomorrow is the D-Day. Wish me luck!