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[04 Dec 2004|09:23am] |
Behold my merry grinning face. It's morning again on the most tiring day of the week. I am reluctantly embracing it, as i've no other way of earning cash. Spent about two hours in the bar last night, eating some onion bahjees, and drinking Guiness. There is little else to tell.
My writing is on a downturn, certainly.
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[04 Dec 2004|09:24am] |
One table booked this afternoon. Should be a decently fun afternoon, with my three testosterone fuelled chef crewmates battering about the kitchen, laughing and shouting about tits and cars. If i'm so inclined i'll babble along too, make up some stuff about cars that don't exist, and women with four tits.
A seventeen, a nine, four fives, and a three tonight. That's a lot. And we are without Andy, as it's his wife's Christmas er...."thing" at Pfizers...
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[04 Dec 2004|10:28am] |
I had a dream last night that it was snowing outside, covering everything. This is a lie, there was no snow when I woke up.
I was disappointed.
Minster is always dark in my dreams. And there's usually a massive bear chasing me too. Oh fuck, there's the yawns again. Urgh...what happened to my writing? Incidental triviality never used to be my bag. Actually, it did.
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[04 Dec 2004|11:07am] |
The only way work could really be any fun today is if a giant inflatable ball was slowly blown up in the pub, gathering all and fill the entire bar and restaurant, slowly suffocating until all that's left is the shell.
I'd be in the kitchen...the door should hold it...imagine the fear.
Right, that's it then. You'll have to amuse yourselfs for a few hours. Much like you have been anyway.
Get out!
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| Love Is......... |
[04 Dec 2004|11:26am] |
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"I really knew we were great for each other when he suggested we get married in a butchers....he knew i was a vegetarian...absolutely hilarious!"
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[04 Dec 2004|04:38pm] |
Well, another horrible afternoon. It wasn't all bad initially...had lots of fun with the boys, generally "mucking the fuck about", and getting involved in jobs that for once do not involved staring blankly at a dishwasher. Extending the ouvere...so to speak.
The clearup however, was horrific. Late out, tired and bafflingly fed up with it all.......now i'm having some Bean time to destress. After which I will have to go back and fuck about with even more washing up than before.
What a pain in the arse. I am going to drink my head off after work.
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| Nicked from the Bean legend. |
[04 Dec 2004|05:28pm] |
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Neat |
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Elitist |
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Inspirational |
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Lively |
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[04 Dec 2004|05:55pm] |
Work very soon....time for some packaged food and some tea. The food is chicken. The tea is in a bag, and covered with boiling water in a pot.
Shut it.
Vamoose!
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[04 Dec 2004|06:34pm] |
Okay, you shits...i'm off to work now. Perhaps the night will be kind and i'll have enough time to drink. I doubt it, but we can but hope.
See you later.
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