Mishaps

The worst part of all this shit is having to deal with everything, wanting to punch every single motherfucker in the chin and still keeping a smile in the face.
This week has been pretty harsh. I've been so godamn pissed that I even got injured. Twice.

First of all, I managed to burn my elbow in the grill. Well, this happened last week actually, but still a bitch. I was wrapping up the chiabattas in plastic foil and was doing it near the grill, which I thought wasn't being used. I was there, doing my fucking job while lazy-bastard was cleaning the counter where he works for the 47th time - just to show that he was doing something. We were supposed to make 30 chiabattas (10 chicken, 10 mozzarella and 10 tuna). The right thing to do was me making five and him doing the other five, to finish faster, you know? But nope, I had to do it all by myself and still keep the dirty dishes being washed.
Anyway, while wrapping that shit up I suddenly feel something reeeaaaally uncomfortable going on with my elbow. Man, it was so bad that kinda got stuck to the grill. I wanted to cry, really. All he did was to say 'well, that happens if you work in a kitchen'. Well, morons do lose their tongues if they keep saying bullshit.
It's been a week and it's still kinda painful when I bend my arm.

Yesterday another mishap. It was before 3pm, so all the Brazilians were still there. I was in the kitchen minding my own business when I noticed that the front was kinda busy. I decided to help because it's all about making decisions, right? Well, bad decision it was indeed.
A girl asked for tea with a slice of lemon to take away. There was no lemon in the fridge so I went back to the kitchen to get some more. I had to cut the damn thing and asked for a knife. Fernando gave me a knife but said 'be careful because this one is really sharp'. I wanted to be fast because the costumer had been waiting for a few minutes for just a fucking tea with lemon. Well, shit happens, alright.
I managed to cut my finger in a way that the blood kept pouring non-stop. It hurt, man. All the Brazilians were like 'are you ok?', 'let's put something on it', and Fernando helped me to put some plasters with some kind of gauze. The others literally said 'it will heal before you get married', can you believe it?
Of course, I had to keep on working in the kitchen, lifting heavy trays filled with cups and plates, doing all the dirty work. Didn't complain. Do you wanna know what lazy-bastard did? Kept studying English and even asking me questions... I answered, but he was so dumb that didn't understand much. Well, shocking news...

Today it was good because it was the Brazilians in the back. We talked, laughed, kept complaining about them in their faces and smiling at the same time. I love it...
Tomorrow is my day off. Finally. Hair salon appointment and then beers with my peers!