Hi everyone!.
So, last nights drinks continued on way past 11.00pm!. I ended up staying in a bar that’s just around the corner from work, seven beers and a couple of Jack Daniels later, I hailed a taxi and left the party. I stumbled through the door of home, at 2.00am!
I had a fantastic night and met some lovely people but I felt like death this morning.
The hangover was bad!. Waking up with a banging headache, a mouth as dry as Gandhi’s flip flops and a wallet with no money in it is never good! Oh and by the way, I was working all day in a stinking hot kitchen, starting at 11.00am this morning.. Errghh…
My Auntie Fiona took pity on me and looked after me this morning. Two paracetamol, a latte coffee and a cooked breakfast got me on the road to recovery.
After two or three hours of sweating profusely and necking pint after pint of water at work, I started to feel a lot better. As hard as it can sometimes be, I’ve always thought the best way to cure a hangover is to sweat the booze out and rehydrate with lots of water job.
The job I’m doing right now has some great perks, including free food and fresh coffee whilst on duty and as many delicious, feshly squeezed fruit juices you can drink! I drank and ate alot!!!
I worked until 6.30pm this evening and although it was only my second shift, I was left on my own in the kitchen. The job’s not all that difficult but it’s a little daunting when you don’t really know the menu. Needless to say, I blagged my way through it and it was fine.
I’m off work for the next 3 days now and with the weather fast approaching 40 degrees, I’m rather pleased! I’m not sure what I’m going to be doing over my days off but I’ll obviously keep you all posted.
Until the next post, Peace!