21/11/21
Woke up late this morning - 45 minutes late, to be exact (completely down to my own negligence of my own wellbeing and/or basic capabilities). Very silly of me, I admit, but I made it to work on time and that’s what matters. I was met with not just a lovely pile of vomit, but one that had been travelled up the stairs - whoever was having a bad night decided to do so whilst walking constantly. That part is quite amusing, actually. Especially considering that cleaning it up was not my responsibility. Now that I’ve finally reached the end of my week, here is a semi-detailed summary:
Piles of vomit encountered? 3. More than I would have liked to admit.
Money? I still have some savings, but I’m down more than I want to be.
Food? I’ve had nothing but delicious food all week. Today, I even had an amazing stew. Banging end to a cold, winter day.
Mental stability? ....Just kidding. Next question.
Number of laughs? Many, as always. One that was quite memorable was overhearing a customer, who bravely tried to order two shots at 8am, tell his friend that he pulled his hungover-self together this morning...with frayed strings. Can’t say hair of the dog is the best remedy for inebriation, but you do you, Sir, I suppose.