pardon my bad english

but seeing as my head has turned into porridge due to the kitchen, i have no reason to write perfect english anymore.

yesterday one of the bosses at work had to take me aside and ask
"are you tired? you're not being treated in a fair manner, so it's pretty obvious you're having a huge struggle being here. how come you never complain? this isn't right; you should let them know how you feel"
...i just broke down in tears.

so that's that. being at work is actually.. hard work.

especially in a kitchen.

if you don't lose your mind and go crazy
you're not human


that's mainly why i was happy to have no car available yesterday - i could drink lots of beer and wine and then dance to Kråkesølv. they played for free at samfunnet. what a blessing.
i danced, shouted, came up with horrible puns and sang along to the lyrics. i even tried to look the guys in the eye just to see if they payed attention to detail in my singing/lipsyncing/shouting

what a mess. i woke up and the room had a thick fog of alcohol in it.
when i arrived at work they asked "what the fuck are you doing here NOW?" and i just replied in my usual manner "i have no life besides work and prefer to spend as much of my time as possible here" and so on and they went "no seriously!! you're three hours early for your shift!"

............................omfg

i drank some water, talket to a waitress and fled the damn thing to buy cheap pears and then i sat in the busstop and ate them, one by one, just to irritate people around me (and also because i had a fierce hunger) untill i started freezing so much and eating became impossibe. i took the bus back home (30 mins, at least) and said "i'll turn up for work three hours LATE today because of you guys NOT telling me about what shift i had and i'm exhausted today and had to go all the way back home to get the tickets for tonight and blah blah"


they sent me a message back "ok. take the day off. ta ta, here's the long weekend you wanted!"


OH MY GOSH!!

lol.

so much for nice weather.