No work and no beer / Awaiting Ro

Now I can say TGIF...
For the first time in almost three months I get to have the weekend off.

Today I finally met the boss. He's alright. He wasn't around much and I was able to finish cleaning my part before 7:30pm.
The boss took all the staff for dinner, chinese, it was nice. But I really wanted to go home or go to a pub, but I guess not going would be rude. And you can't say no to free meal, right?
I got my schedule for next week. Monday, Tuesday and Friday from 2pm to 8 pm and Saturday from 7am to 5pm, making double. Man, 7am is a bitch. It's gonna be fucking difficult! Should I get the bus or tube? I don't know what time the tube station opens on Saturday. I guess is 5:30am...

So I left the restaurant, looking forward to going home and buying some beer at the shop on the corner. I even got money from the ATM, but when I got to the shop the liquor section was closed. It was 11:05pm... They can't sell beer after 11pm. I got pissed and desperate. At home I had only ONE fucking beer. It was unbeliveable, the first weekend off and no beer at all at home. I drank the one left, of course, and then went for the vodca with cramberries and some Red Bull. It wasn't the same. I like my steady soaking and nobody can ever take this from me. I get mad, man. But I guess I would have to finish that vodca bastard... I refused to leave the glass full in a non-working night, this would be outrageous.

Had a good chat with my good friend Ronaldo. Is London a possibility again? My good friend Ro always does things on a whim and it wouldn't be different this time.
Awaiting Ro... that's happening alright.