Nice and busy

Yep, nice and busy, alright.
Getting a job in a cafe near the end of the year is something that for sure you'll have a lot of action... When you're behind the counter and look at all those thirsty people coming and wanting coffee... Coffee. They DO LOVE their coffee, alright.

I know it's gonna be my second week, but I still forget a few things. Everybody told me that in the beginning is like this, but that's why this time of the year is not the best one to get a job in a cafe, especially if the cafe is across from Selfridge's, the biggest and most popular department store here. Well, maybe Harrods is the most popular, but it's not on Oxford St.

Anyway, it's been way better than the hotel. Silvio had a little chat with me about the coffee I was making, of course I was making it wrong, but I blamed it on the people at the hotel "who taught me to make coffee like this..." He was very nice, he's a nice guy.
Today was all about physical work. I cleaned the coffee machine, two counters, the bathroom - that's right, the bathroom - and mopped the whole place. And making coffee and working the till and reloading the fridge... non-stop, dude.

My weekend was great. Starting with the Foos on Saturday, as you already know, and on Sunday I got a call from Tiago and went over his place. He moved from the apartment and he's now living in Zone 3 in Dollis Hill, but the guys from the Tube over there don't mind and leave the gate open, so I didn't have to pay the difference between the zones. The house is great, it has a garden and it's big. He lives with four or five other people, I met some of them that day.
We had dinner and Tiago managed to burn himself with oil, but it wasn't so hot so it ended up ok. We drank a lot. I'd been drinking since Thursday, so when we went to the pub before going to his place I only had one pint. We went to a market and bought some frankfurters and beeeerrrr. Twelve cans of Sssstela. As I always say, after the first one if you don't puke you keep drinking until you fall. That wasn't the case, of course, 'cause I had to go home before 11:30pm.

Tiago walked me to the station and I got the Jubilee line to Green Park. Nine stations. But once there, there was NO Victoria line service... So I had to take two buses to go home, one to Piccadilly and another one home. But it was kinda fast, I arrived home at about 1am.
I couldn't sleep, of course, but only drank one last pint before going to bed.

I haven't been able to sleep since the Foo Fighters concert. I just want to listen to their last CD 'In Your Honour'.
And before going to work, I do my little ball every morning...