First day of work in London

Well folks, today was my first day working, can you believe it? I got here Thursday and I already have something to do, but I have to be honest: it was reaaaeeelly hard work. The thing is, there's this bar called whatever (I really don't remember the name, it's too long) and the kitchen serves Mexican food and my job was to help the out with everything (the owner of the kitchen is Grant - Irish, and Denise - Italian girl, works for him, really nice girl). And by everything I mean: chopping, washing up (a lot!), taking orders, delivering, colecting thrash and the glasses from the bar. Non-stop!

And the thing is, today was the opening of the English football season, so you can imagine how crowded it was in the bar! But I have to tell you that all the costumers were really nice and friendly, I don't know if it was beginner's luck or if they're like that all the time. Some guys even asked for my phone number, can you believe it? But they were kinda old, so let's just leave it that way...

Anyway, it was pretty tiring and stressing but it was good experience. Of course I'm going to continue looking for another job, one that pays more than $3 an hour, and let's see how it goes.

Well you guys, that was it. I wanted to elaborate more about this day, but I'm so fucking tired that I'm just calling a day.

PS: Ronaldo, I've been trying to reach but don't seem to have any luck. PLEASE send an email or call me at home, I'll have my mobile phone by tomorrow and I'll send you the number, ok?
Have you checked my drunk messages??? hahahhaha