Hemingway's leaving for a bachelor party weekend trip to Budapest today, and I don't think he got so much sleep last night as we came home around midnight, and Sand later called me at 4.30 looking for a place to sleep after having scary memory gaps. About 15 minutes later the Puppy called with a similar problem, having had a serious nosebleed and being chilled and freaking out. They joked this morning that this place is a bit like an animal sanctuary for strays, and while I'm happy to give my friends some couch space when they're in need, I'd rather they not call me about it at 4 a.m. when Hemingway has to get up around 6. I mean, I'm not happy to be woken at any time really.
This whole job applying thing is pretty scary by the way. I've been calling a Japanese restaurant for a waitress job, and so far things seem to be going swimmingly, but I'm nervous as fuck. My hands literally shake when I'm holding the phone. I managed to score an in-store interview for Tuesday, but in my nervousness I didn't think to ask twice about what location the owner wanted me to go to as her Japanese accent was kinda thick. I think I know, but I should call to confirm just in case, closer to the date. I'm psyched though, I really really want this job. Well, any job to be honest.
Me on Tuesday. |
Another thing I'm kinda worried about is the fact that this place has been kinda shredded online, with an average score of like 2-3/5, which makes me wonder what kind of place it really is. I mean, generally I'm far more comfortable with a sushi place run by Japanese people as this one is, but I'm a little concerned that I may be stuck for six months working a mediocre place with bad fish. I want to be able to tell people to come check out my workplace.
Ah well. I can always hope that they'll let me play Sakanaction while I'm working.
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