A day in the life

We got up at 4 AM, and they were ready to go by 4:15. I didn’t walk them to the door. I slept in. Work at 9AM @ Silver Street, maybe the 2^nd time I tout more than the minimum wage. yé! Y fa chaud !! Je m’ennuie déjà du froid... Toute la journée j’avais peur de me faire pogner en gougounes au travail (on a pas le droit). Alors chaque fois qu’un des superviseurs approchait je trouvais un moyen de les distraire. «Belle casquette!» «Aye check le British Phrasebook!» Je mange sans arrêt depuis que je travaille pour Scudamore’s, je pense que c’est devenu mon passe-temps. Moman, tu serais fière de mes lunch pis de mes soupers santé!

In the middle of the afternoon, I heard someone swear in Canadian-french. I met a couple from the province of Quebec… the kind that I despise: “We’re NOT Canadians ! We’re QUEBECOIS! Canadians don’t speak French!” What do I look like, you ignorant, selfish retards? Arrêtez de répendre ça à travers le monde!

I did 3 tours with a sore left wrist and finished around 9 PM because of 2 bookings. At least at the last one, I was offered a few glasses of champagne. (Don’t drink and punt!) After 12 hours of work, there’s nothing better than going out to dance! I put a skirt on, thank you very much. The band at B-bar is very good, but unfortunately they don’t get all the attention they deserve. After that we went to Life, which was 4£, but then you get a 10£ voucher at the entrance. Nice.