Aftermath

[thessalian]

Well, I don't think we're getting a damn thing for helping out in the kitchen for three fucking hours, no matter what the sign said. The only saving grace is that the guy who runs the place could not for the life of him remember my name when he announced the volunteers over dinner. He remembered the other two -- the guys, funnily -- but about me, all he could say was, "Aw, Jeez, what was her name? I ought to walk around and look for her because she worked her butt off in there."

Also, the South African/British guy I was working in the kitchen with fed me beer. I don't like beer, but I drank half of it just to be polite. *shrug* There was fun conversation, off-colour jokes and now my feet hurt like buggery.

I need a shower. I'm all sweaty and smell of dish-soap and vegetables.

Comments

[happypickle.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you could go to the front desk and explain things and get a little bit knocked off your bill tommorow. That'd be just about the same thing...

And as for the rest - enjoy your last full day in SF and get some fun and relaxing things in - go to Height-Ashbury, hang out, enjoy the bay... all sorts of things. Most of all have fun! ^_^

[siroswold.livejournal.com]

The who runs the place sounds a little like Timothy Embers... :)

[thessalian.livejournal.com]

...I hadn't thought of that, but yes, he rather is an American version.

The NPCs ... they're coming to get me! ^_^