Anyway, enough about weight. Tomorrow will be the last day of my 8-days-in-a-row marathon. I barely managed to survive the easter weekend. At least I got some good cash out of it. Yay for tips. The anger about not getting my contract renewed is slowly evaporating. I know now that I'm not the only one. Every day you hear about more staff in the hotel who have to leave. It's a saddening and troubling development that a hotel doesn't dare to hand out steady, secure contracts without an ending date any more.
Still no news about a new job. I've done a lot of thinking this past week. And today something popped into my mind that I will be looking into tomorrow. I like to work in the food and drink biz, I like to perform. Put them together and you get either a TV-chef or.... a showtender. Think Tom Cruise in Cocktail. A bartender who knows everything there is to know about cocktails, and who can throw the bottles around without spilling a drop. I think that would be an interesting option for me. But more about that next time.
Mom and dad will be leaving for Aruba this saturday, visiting mom's best friend again. And while they party in the Caribbean, I can work, sweat and toil. Life's not fair :)
Underworld is not a bad movie.