Fun, fun, fun...

I had a good night at work last night. We were booked out in the cafe and had 23 people in the PDR. For the start of the night, there was only Tim, Fran and myself on as well as the kitchen staff. Fran had already done her rostered 8 hours, but was cruelly made to do more, since we were short staffed. Sam turned up eventually and things went smoothly after that.

The people in the PDR, the group I looked after all night, had just gotten married at my work, and were having the reception there as well. It was a really lovely ceremony. What I saw of it anyway. We tried to give them some privacy by not walking through every 5 minutes. They were a great group; very friendly. The woman who got married was the daughter of the woman who owned La Porchetta in Traralgon. One of her family members had a little boy there and he spent the night running around; he was so cute! The meals got messed up; a woman who ordered beef, got pork (she refused to swap after she got it) so one woman who ordered pork, didn't get it until a bit later but she was okay with that. They night ended well; everyone was happy so it was all good.

Once everyone was gone, cafe and PDR as well, we all gathered in the cafe for our breaks. Gavin, Kylie, Tim, Fran, Sam and I just sat there and talked. It was fun. I ate cake; Fran insulted me; Kylie talked about her idol, Kylie Minogue; Gavin repeated himself over and over again; Fran almost fell asleep at the table and I watched most of it with a smile on my face. These people are fun, but they're even better when they're all together. Sam is the one who gave me the nickname Chuggles.

It always amazes me how crazy she becomes as the night wears on. The more tired she gets, the more out there her behaviour comes. Chuggles came about one night while we were doing a set up. We kept dropping tables and falling over them because we were both really worn out. After falling over one of the trestle tables, I helped her to carry it and we started babbling to each other. Suddenly, she turned to me and said, "Thanks, Chuggles." I looked at her enquiringly and she said "I don't know what Chuggles means, but if it was real, you'd do it." I assume it's something between a giggle and a chuckle. Who knows with Sam.

While we were sitting down, and Fran made me make her a mug of green tea, Sam and the others were talking and they got onto the subject of shoes and moccasins somehow (I think someone was wearing them). Sam said something so deep and profound that I felt I had to share it with everyone. Here is Sam's reason for why people wear different footwear. "People in Morwell go barefoot because Centrelink is Morwell so they don't have to go far. Moe people only have to catch the train then walk from the station so they only need moccasins. Traralgon people are further away, therefore they need the whole Ugg boot." I missed the start of the conversation so I have no idea what brought that on. Funny though.

Tonight wasn't as good though. I almost didn't get everything done which sucked. Luckily I got everything done that needed to be done. It would have been really bad if I hadn't. Sometimes I struggle to fill the six hour shift, but tonight, the time just got away from me. It was unreal. It's all good.