Today marks a monumental moment in my life, as I am officially no longer an employee at the restaurant which has foiled all my weekends for the past three months. Last night I worked my final shift, and I'm not going to lie, it took every ounce of my strength not to skip on my way out. I wanted to sit down in a booth and have a delicious meal for full price, instead of the standard "booth talk" as I am accustomed to. I can now put to rest any curiosities as to how long I would survive working in this chain of restaurants, the answer I have learned is, physically: 3 months, mentally: none. As a celebration of my release from the clutches of these anti-cotton maniacs, who seemingly got the impression that I was planning to return to my post in June, I am heading out of the city tomorrow for what I like to call a "domestic retreat." Ok, perhaps the location may not be a tourists first destination, it will ultimately be the mental holiday required to get me through he next few weeks before I begin my Mediterranean vacation. Despite my absence from the city scene, you will likely still be hearing from me via this blog, as I plan to figure out how "mobile blogging" fits into my daily schedule.
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this domestic retreat better not be Calgary's thriving "chinatown"
ReplyDeleteuggghhh the dreaded booth talk... where they would shamelessly make you wait for hours of your unpaid time, until they had a chance to talk to you about, yes most likely, the cotton percentage of your socks, or in my case not doing my hair or wearing make up... okay, maybe they had a reason.
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