Yesterday I went to a bar with some friends. We chatted a bit and had fun dancing to some really bad dutch music of who nobody really understands why it is being played in the first place. I won't give any examples because it would question my status as a respectful human being.
Being with friends and having fun sounds like a good idea most of the time except when you need to wake up the next morning at 6 am to start working at 7 am. I chose it myself so I don't really have the right to complain but I will anyway. I have been working at a small shop that sells all kinds of foods, for about 5 months now. This morning my two other colleagues were both new so I had to do pretty much everything and instruct them on what to do as well. As if that wasn't bad enough the night before there were some new guys that had to close the shop and since they had no idea what they were doing, a lot of the things we use (hot chocolate machine, coffee machine etc.) were all still dirty. After doing the work of four newcomers anything I did or say did not seem to make any sense anymore. My supervisor noticed this and told me to just make the sandwiches instead of helping customers. No I wasn't insulted, just relieved. I survived, which makes this day worthwhile.
Love from Cindy :3
p.s. Don't judge me... I ate meat today.
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