joaquim

This week has easily been the toughest so far this summer when it comes to work. It started last tuesday at 17. That night was, to say at least, hectic. I earned, besides my ordinary wage, 420 kr tip-money. That's a lot for a tuesday! Wednesday wasn't fun either. I worked "långpanna", or "the whole day", in this case from 12.00 to 23.30. I earned 285 kr in tip (for a total of 705 this week). Thursday I began work at 17. What I thought would be a rather peaceful evening, instead turned out to be the opposite. The thing that made me totally exhausted (for the rest of this week actually) was that my boss fouled me by saying that the environment and health authorities was to arrive the next day. Thus, I had to, besides from washing up the dishes, clean the whole fucking section of the restaurant under my responsibility. I had to dissect the whole fucking dishwasher and therefore I quit work, totally exhausted, at 01.15. I got 310 in tip (total: 1015 this week).

On friday, at noon, I was at work again. The environment and healt authorities never came, of course! I worked until 23.30 again, earning 300 in tip + a fucking headache and back pain. (total tip this week: 1315 kr)
Yesterday (saturday), I once again began at 12. This time I, also that once again, worked until 23.30, making it my third 11,5 hours-day of the week. I got 315 in tip..
Today I only worked for 3,25 hours, from 13-16.15. Then I went to Halmstad and here I am now..

I have worked for almost 53 hours this week and my body is totally destroyed. My toes hurt and my back is that of a 70 year old man. But I cannot complain. Why? Read the headline of this entry..

Last tuesday, when I stood there in the dishwashingroom, my grumpy ols boss suddenly came in to me. To complain as usual I first thought.....but instead he said something like this, and I will have to write it in Swedish to preserve the effect: "Jag vet att jag inte har gett dig särskilt mycket beröm, Jocke. Men jag vill bara att du ska veta att du gör ett jävligt bra jobb. Alla tycker om dig här på restaurangen och jag önskar att jag hade fler som dig här. Du gör ett grymt bra jobb helt enkelt!"

My first though was: "am I dreaming or have some fucktard poured cocaine into the ventilation system?". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Never, under the three years I've worked with the old yokel, has he said one word with a positive ring to it. And now this!? I still don't know what I am supposed to believe. Well, as long as he's nor complaining about something, I'm happy. I rather prefer him to be totally quiet to be honest :)

My new nemesis is instead that 08-biatch Mikaela. I hate her sooooooooooo much! Fucking tramp!

And finally, MJ, you wondered why I haven't written anything about Kolo Tourés departure to Man Shitty.... the simple reason is that I don't care. To one day say that playing for Arsenal is like playing for your own family, and the next sign a contract with the most fucked up team in the world.....well, he isn't worth my thoughs........fuckin' twat...

And yeah, I almost forgot. The total tip this week was 1630 kr, which is sick! I probably will end up being able to pay my whole London trip with solely my tip-money! Tremendous! :D

Less than three months to North London Derby!!!

Song of the day: Anvil - Tease me, please me
Best ending theme ever (movie): Alexander - Titans (2004)