Second year journalism student who likes pretty pictures. Also kittens.
Day #5: Two people down, busiest day of the year so far. Still nailed it tho. Also, got the night off so I will be in bed nice and early.
Day #4 (yesterday) So. Busy. Big hotel at the end of the road didn’t fancy doing any work so they sent all of their residents down to us for dinner, even though we were already fully booked.
Day #3: I haven’t even been at work an hour and I can already tell that today is not going to be a good day.
Day #2: a table of three left a £29 tip. Feelin’ pretty smug.
Even if that table of ladies hated my guts. Bitch(es) I don’t care why ya stroppy, I just got a 50% tip from someone else. Yeaaaahhh boy.
Day #1 of seven in a row at work. I wouldn’t be quite so sad about this if they weren’t all 11-11s.
My brother went to Birmingham for a gig. He did not tell anyone he was going. Cannot remember when I have seen either of my parents quite this cross.
Apart from maybe when I was six and went to the co-op to go buy sweets by myself. The co-op was a half mile away. It’s got to be like that but times like, 100 for them. He is so dead.