Tonight I spent an evening on the other side of the pass, working as a dish hand at the restaurant where I used to be a waitress. And I have to say, man, that work is bloody hard!!!! I apparently did OK but I reckon I could definitely be faster. I have another shift tomorrow night at the same place, and hopefully this will lead to a job because I'm fucking desperate.
Oh and in brilliant news, my friend who works there as an apprentice chef now loves Franz Ferdinand because of me :) yay