In the past three months I have worked at my part time waitressing job six days a week.
When the restaurant recently decided to close on Tuesday nights so that my Boss could have a day off I thought I would at get two days off.
But of course something would happen
(ie. One of the girls rostered on had an exam on her working day)
so therefore I still only got one day a week off.
Yesterday I went out to dinner with a friend.
We decided to go to MY work to have dinner.
Go figure.
One of the regular customers recognised me.
Customer: The food must be good here if you come here to eat on your day off.
Me: Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
I need to get out more...
