Floraish

So I single handedly saved the restaurant last night from a crowd of fat, famished, fatties. I feel good. I worked my butt off. It’s good when people finally leave, and you’ve worked overtime and you can just take off your apron and go ‘Fuck this, I’m going home’ because that’s what I did

A couple of random things to begin with, Graham (a regular customer who reminds me of Santa Clause and is full of bad jokes like a Christmas bon bon) managed to upset me with his even more boisterious friend Warrick. Now those two families separate are okay to deal with, but together they pissed me off sooooo bad I had to time out in the kitchen. The worst part was I didn’t have another girl to complain to or do my dirty work but anyways, I think Graham knew this as he gave me a big bear hug when he left and said Merry Christmas (which I don’t celebrate, but nevermind). Awww. (Oh and Warrick gave me a 50c tip. Thanks big spender)

Someone serenaded me while I worked. With bagpipes. Yes, bagpipes. It’s really… strange. I guess he was practising in the carpark because if he did anywhere else, people just might throw rocks at him.
Also, I booked my hostel for Sydney trip last night also. Gonna be fuckin’ ace. The funny thing is, even though last weekend I was too angry to check out any of the ones I had listed, I knew I had walked past this one, and even eaten at the McDonalds next to it, the thought of staying there never crossed my mind as when I did my first initial hostel searching, I thought the prices there were too $$$, but now with crashing in the Mountains for a week and staying in the City for a week, fiances will be abit more manageable. Plus I like getting spoilt and someone likes spoiling me ^_^ Hehehehe