This will probably be more of a rant than a blog entry, so apologies in advance. I'm not too sure but I think I woke up in a very grumpy mood today, which only escalated the more the day wore on. Vicki had called me up the other day to see if we could swap evening shifts, so that I would have today off and do a double tomorrow, so I wanted to go to the beach, to enjoy the amazing weather. However I thought it would be more sociable to go with Mia, Lucas, and Samia to go for lunch, but, yet again, it was Samia's choice to go to the C.B.D (rant #1 that no-one else ever gets a look in because she's so set on where she wants to go). I later realised that this was because she wanted to buy her boyfriends nephew some clothes as his christening present, so that kind of alleviated the annoyance. Lucas quite often says 'yeah, yeah, yeah' and then says whatever he wants to say and clearly doesn't actually listen to you properly, which was particularly bugging me today. When Samia and Lucas had to go work, I decided I'd go to the beach anyway, although I didn't want to sit on the sand without a towel, and the concrete slab was too hot on my bum to bear, so I went back home to sit in the yard in the sun instead. On the way back I saw Flo at the tram stop who you have to be very patient to communicate with because of his English speaking ability.

Vicki rang me earlier on in the day to ask if I would be able to come in at 7 and work the rest of her evening shift, as she has had lots of blood tests recently and the doctors wanted her to come in at 7.30, so I was quite happy that I would be able to have yesterdays new found discovery of mixing the rice with the salsa verde sooner than I had thought (very one track minded as I am). However it was extremely busy and stressful, especially when Dinesh told me it was my job to take out the plates of food (which is different to night times at Chapel Street) instead of the kitchen hand. He has told me that by doing this we would be working as part of a team... which is fair enough when your part of a 3 staffed kitchen and not the only front of house person! Piles of plates were stacking up and people kept asking for tap water, but all the glasses were in use so I couldn't hand them out and I didn't have time to do anything apart from serve customers, so I had cutlery piling up to polish. When I put through an order for the super food salad with balsamic, Avery made a point of coming out and telling me that we don't have balsamic vinegar, we only have balsamic dressing, which I don't think was particularly necessary given how busy it was. I'm not sure whether it's because it was my first night of working at Brunswick Street (because I took quite a while the first night I worked on Chapel Street too), but I ended up finishing later than the kitchen staff (which according to Chris doesn't usually happen) which put me under pressure when I was trying to cash up to be quick. I was $26.85 over, which I spent the rest of the night fretting about as I have no idea how, but at least it was over as opposed to under. It's a very good thing I'm the person who will have to deal with the lack of boxes tomorrow morning as I would have felt bad if it was anyone else.

There was a phone order which never got picked up which Dinesh said I could take if I wanted, although because of how frustrated I was at everything, it just meant I had a complete binge on the barramundi, Asian greens and 3 tacos, which to be fair could have been a lot unhealthier than it was. I hadn't planned on finishing so late so I hadn't searched on the journey planner how to get back, so I didn't know whether trains were still running.

When I got back home, I felt like I deserved a glass of the red wine I had in my room, so shared that with the people that were still up at that time.