Okay, well my lifestyle here has had to rapidly change. I am poor as shit and need to do the mystical things called ‘budgeting’ and ‘work’. Two things I thought didn’t even exist. So now, I’m gonna be working at nations (for just over 2 quid-3 quid an hour, to compare to you Brits) to try and at least put food on the table, and (optimistically) beer in my hand.
So I started last Sunday; fika at Gotlands. This resulted in me pre-maturely ending my party-times at Flogsta at about 2:30 so I could get some sleep. I woke up at 7, needing to get there for 8am. From then until 12 it was all about sandwich preparation, and trying my best to cutting my fingers off. After that the rest of the afternoon (till about 4) was spent rushing around, refilling coffee pots, collecting dishes, washing, then sending them back up. Wasn’t too bad.
Then Monday rolled round, and I was working at Upplands. This place is great. It has a habit of having things break at just the wrong time. Rumoured, to be due to a ghost of some 16 year old swedish lad who died there or something. However, my first day wasn’t too bad! Starting at 5, moving kegs of beer and racks of bottles, cleaning tables etc.
After the place opened at 6, we had the joy of being told that there were 15 pub crawls coming by tonight. Tack sa mycket economics school -.-
I was first put of the door for a bit (checking id and nation card) before letting people in, and it definitely felt like the start of a new semester; drunk swedes going on about how ‘British’ I should while waiting in line. Definitely made the job fly by quicker! After a while I ended up running round the place serving people their food orders, before finishing the night up in my favourite place: The Bar. Successful night!
Last night however, shizzle hit the fan. Whist working the jazz bar there, while closing, a pipe decided to burst, flooding a room with boiling hot water. Most inte bra. Never a boring night there.