Sunday Evening
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Auckland,
New Zealand
Sunday, August 5, 2007
I rose late, naturally, after having worked virtually every hour of the extended weekend, and not going to bed until late on Saturday so that I can maintain some sense of a social life, and I did very little other than read during the afternoon as everyone is entitled to some lazy and self-indulgent days every now and again. On the whole though I was just idling time away waiting to go to work for my first ever Sunday evening shift. It is quite hard to believe that it is the first time I have worked Sunday nights but at the same time I am mainly a day shift worker so I suppose it is not all that surprising in the end.
The shift was actually fairly pleasant, it was quiet and without all of the manic cleaning that is always associated with day shifts, and Geoff left early, so it was just me and Sean, who, like Ant, is quite happy for you to stand around as long as all jobs are done. They were, so I did, serving the occasional customer when necessary obviously. Therefore I spent a pleasant evening asking Sean to do things just as he was abot to do them, just to upset the worker/boss relationship (as you do) and the evening went quite well as a whole, with half of the evening clearing already done by the time that we closed.
Afterwards we all went out to one of the Sail NZ boats for an impromptu steak sandwich and a gossip, which, funnily enough, centred on my apparent 'mistreatment' of the guitarist on Thursday night. It transpired that in addition to being a coward who will not apologise for hisa actions, he had spent the evening spreading a rumour that he had poured some drinks, dropping a tiny amount, and that I had just flown off the wall at him. He failed to mention his pathetic and abusive behavior at all!!
I set them right, and most of the people there said that they thought there must have been more to the story than he had told because he has a reputation for being an obnoxious git, and not mentioning his own misdemeanors when retelling the story, always making himself out to be the innocent party, which in this situation was definately not the case.
Anyway, the steak sandwich was excellent, though Skip, who had cooked them was rather confused as he thought that he had not cooked enough, as he counted them after I had taken mine off the platter, despite the fact that it was still visible in my hand. He had been drinking for most of the evening though and the sandwich was excellent so I won't hold it against him.
Considering it was an early night, in terms of finishing work, I still didn't make it back to the hostel until 4.30am, but I did get a good nights sleep with the sandwich to fill me up so again, it could have been worse.
