Kiwi Shot

I think the recession is really over and I would of had a job weeks ago if it wasn’t for minor irritating details.  But huzzah, I am again waitressing and even in daylight hours, which is always a bonus.  Surprising I got the job really as the trial shift was a minor disaster.  It started at 8.30am, forcing me to get out of bed at a time unheard of and completely unknown to me.  By the time I’d woken up properly (and had already been working for an hour) my ovaries decided they were bored and began to sledgehammer my belly for fun.  I was trying not to cramp up, ended up getting the sweats and generally feeling pretty shitty and to top it off, my new work is 3 stories high so I spent most my day running up and down stairs with plates of food.

By about 3pm, my knee felt a little weird.  I figured it was because of all the treading of stairs I’d been doing but a gentle tap suggested that there was a rogue sock wedged behind my in knee in my jeans.  I told you it was too early for me to wake up.  The place was packed and I didn’t have enough time to quietly slip into the bathroom to remove it so it stayed there, until closing time, where it drove me mental.

But whatever, I’ve a job again!  On the wake of this happy news, our shower decided to waterfall through the roof into the kitchen.  I think I’m going to have to go shower at the hospital with my med student flatmates until our Landlady decides to come back from holiday :( Rains, pours, etc.