Bank holidays used to be picnics beside the river, jam-jar fishing and eating fig rolls.
There is nothing so important as tea. First thing on a Monday morning, with a long day of work ahead, the only palliative is a cup of hot English Breakfast. Unfortunately for me, mine is refusing to cool down and I have to leave in twenty-seven minutes. It also seems that today is going to be a day full of numbers, since I am all too aware that I have forty-one paninis to make.
Really, I'm having enough trouble with language at the moment. Apart from my usual tendency to garble sentences when talking to customers, not only verbalising them backwards but inside-out, I made several parsing errors yesterday. In both instances, my brain knew I was being an idiot, but for some reason refused to make me respond correctly. The first time somebody asked for "extra hot milk" and I couldn't decide whether they wanted an extra jug of milk or milk that was extra-hot. Although we do get requests for the latter, it wasn't very likely, but for whatever reason I still only made them two. The second time I was asked what area of nursing my mother used to work in. Even though my brain said "A&E", even though I deliberated over it long enough to be asked the question again, even though it made no sense whatsoever, I still said she worked in the local area.
Today will not be any better. I discovered this morning that I can get ready for work with my eyes closed, quite literally, because I am physically incapable of being awake before nine in the morning.
Oh well! One day, working with my wonderful colleagues, who have put up with my lack of a brain for this long. After that I'll be moaning about not having enough to do. I do have my unborn muppet to make, though, which is going to be my project for the summer. Hopefully that will keep me occupied, at least until it comes to the actual sewing of it. Such things never end well for me.
Really, I'm having enough trouble with language at the moment. Apart from my usual tendency to garble sentences when talking to customers, not only verbalising them backwards but inside-out, I made several parsing errors yesterday. In both instances, my brain knew I was being an idiot, but for some reason refused to make me respond correctly. The first time somebody asked for "extra hot milk" and I couldn't decide whether they wanted an extra jug of milk or milk that was extra-hot. Although we do get requests for the latter, it wasn't very likely, but for whatever reason I still only made them two. The second time I was asked what area of nursing my mother used to work in. Even though my brain said "A&E", even though I deliberated over it long enough to be asked the question again, even though it made no sense whatsoever, I still said she worked in the local area.
Today will not be any better. I discovered this morning that I can get ready for work with my eyes closed, quite literally, because I am physically incapable of being awake before nine in the morning.
Oh well! One day, working with my wonderful colleagues, who have put up with my lack of a brain for this long. After that I'll be moaning about not having enough to do. I do have my unborn muppet to make, though, which is going to be my project for the summer. Hopefully that will keep me occupied, at least until it comes to the actual sewing of it. Such things never end well for me.