Workmates

I normally really like friday nights. I'm not sure why, its not all that different from any other night for me. And its not only due to my raging, glamorous, social life. But its just the start of the real part of the week for me, also called the end of the week.

So anyway, Hicky and i were working last night. We worked from 5.30 - 11pm. On our feet constantly without any break whatsoever.

Probably not so different from 51/2 hours in Aich or Jo's lives.

I'm not sure if it was the deafening sound of countless plates crashing, or that poor boy i almost impaled with a broom handle who covered his fear that i was out to get him by pretending it was "totally random."(No, it was masterminded) Or the strange mixture of disgust and confusion i got every time a chef called me mate.

Friday nights are different now. I can no longer be pawn to the ridiculous slavery of socializing. Mates are out. I'm off to watch a movie with the girls.