Excuse me - where is the Legion club?

Weeeellll tonight was the first night for me at a new job, well a second job really, im still at mellon too but now Im also a server at the Coogee Legion Club. its pretty intense and im pretty tired so ill keep it short.

Just like any job on a first day I felt awkward and was constantly running things over in my head - peoples names, what plates get what sauces, all that jazz.
The whole place was buzzing at an 8th grade pace,
Everyone spoke to me like I was in the 5th
I was comprehending at a 4th
and slingin plates like a 3rd.
Alas, but things have to improve, I cant get any worse right?

also its pretty much money right away which is sweet, I worked 3 hours and walked out with like 80 bucks. big win, AND my manager asked me tonight when i can work and I said any nights and shes asked me to come back next Friday, Saturday and hopefully Sunday!

I tried to hide the "1st grade - someones parents brought in Tim Bits for your birthday - " size smile and waited until I was in the safe and darkness of the beach before giving myself the " oh hell yea!" followed by whoops and laughed and a little dancing. . . the kind I imagine gypsies doing . . . mixed with my mums " un huh go sister " fail proof moves. . . Im blessed. (mums dancing is legendary around friends and family).

Being in another kitchen definitely makes me look a the industry in general and man it really shows me what I do and Don't want in the kitchen. Im eager to meet and get to know the people i work with, especially in the kitchen. Tonight comprised of four people - The head chef - a lady that seemed angry or frustrated or just annoyed all the time. with an accent i cant figure out. - appetizer lady - older, like . . . golden years older. nice but I still have noooo idea what shes saying sometimes. - The salad, desserts and all the other fun jazz - a guy with a scorpion tattooed on his hand. - and the dishwasher who is super super nice with English as a second language. . . I wonder where he's from . . .

I got called Doll, I joked around with some people, shared some stories. . .
things are well.

On the way home tonight, I stopped and talked to a snail. it was small and crawling it way across he path at believe it or no - a snails pace. I stopped and bent down and said hi. I touched he little antenna and he shrunk into his shell, then when he noticed i wasn' there, he stuck them out super far as if he was looking to feel where I was. I've chosen to take that as a sign of affection.

Now im going to crawl my way into bed and curl up in a swirl of blankets. wake up lookin for another day.