The happenings, as of late...

Monday night was an odd night. It was kinda boring, in the way that I was really tired and just couldn't concentrate. I had to do all setups and it's not challenging. It's the same thing over and over again; that's one of the reasons why I'm contemplating leaving school. Although, to be fair, school is cool at the moment. The set ups are hard, don't get me wrong. They take a lot out of you, especially when you have to lift and carry the tables constantly and stuff, it's tiring, but I can do this stuff easily. Too easily maybe. I don't know how to explain it. Hopefully, it's understood by whoever is reading this.

The cafe was also surprisingly very busy. We get a lot of people in all the time, but for some reason, there just seemed to be way more people than usual and we were screwed. I had to be pulled away from conference sets to help out. It was mad! My old high school teachers were in for dinner, well, some of them anyway. It was cool. Mr Mackenzie actually recognised me, as did Mr Williams. Mr Nicholls is part of the church I attend (once in a blue moon) so I see him all the time. There were 14 of them there and I only recognised 9 of them. The others are new, I assume.

The worst part of the night was when I started doing the setup for one of the bigger conference rooms. I read the function sheet that tells me all the details and it said "Data Pro and Laptop". The thing was, I'd already set that up in one of the other rooms because they also needed it. Hayley screwed up and double booked the equipment. Moron. We only have one of each and they can't be in two places at once. I tried to call her at about 930 to see what she wanted to do, but she didn't answer her phone, so I tried to call Fran because they live together, but she didn't pick up either. They only thing we could think of was to send her a text message so she'd see it in the morning. Tim sent it. I wanted him to call her a moron but he refused. Something about not wanting to be in trouble. Even when she's not at work, she makes my life hell. Cow.

That night finished really late. It shouldn't have. I don't know why it did but for some reason, time escaped me yet again. It's been happening a lot lately. I almost hurt myself, actually. The trestle tables are really heavy and so our bosses brought a trolley that will aid us in carrying them. The thing is, the trolley is not completely secure. As I was pushing it towards the function room, it almost toppled backwards onto my head. Dangerous stuff. Could have killed me, I reckon. But it didn't so it's all good.

The best part of the night was the drive home and not for any obvious reasons. Tim followed me home and it was funny because he kept driving up beside me to wave, then he'd fall back behind me and follow me. I thought he was just being odd, and funny, but I found out that the reason he kept dropping back was because he was unnerved by the fog. I've been around fog most of my life (my parents are seasonal workers) so I'm confident around it, but I'm not stupid. I kept my concentration firmly on the road, watched where I was going (except for the times when I didn't notice the white lines moving away so I neglected follow them) and kept at a slower speed. Tim followed me so that if anything happened to me, he'd be able to see it and stop in time. He figured he was safe if he stayed behind me.

I worked Tuesday night also and not long after I got there, Hayley arrived. I have no idea why, she's supposed to work in the morning and then leave; that's the arrangement I made with the devil. But there she was, and she was also straight into the kitchen scabbing food. Seagull. While in there putting cups at the sink, I stupidly mentioned the Data pro and Laptop mix up and I asked her if she had managed to solve it. She then went on this huge rant about how she didn't like waking up with that message on her phone and how she then had to run around, panicked, trying to find another and blah, blah, blah. She then went on to say that from now on I should check the sheets to make sure this didn't happen again and I should do this and I should do that. It sounded like she was blaming me for her mistake. Hell no! There was no way she was pinning that on me. It was all her. She made the bookings, she should check them. It's not my fault. I got irritated so I said to her "It's not only my fault" and she's just hastily gone "oh, no, no, no, I'm not blaming you." Bullshit.

I'm so over Hayley.

A funny moment at work last night: I helped out the cafe staff by taking the room service trays. Lucky I did because this woman opened the door and was hiding behind it when she first opened it. When she saw it was me, she stepped out. She'd been in the shower and was clad in only a towel. I'm sure she was glad it was me and not Damien or Tim. It amused me for an hour or so.