monday monday

now that i have this new part time job, i look forward to monday mornings. for most people, including previously myself, it was the other way around. Monday is normally the dreaded start of the work week, not the end. but i work all day on saturday and 6 hours on Sunday, so monday has suddenly become relaxing. i can sleep in, read, make a huge breakfast, and do everything else i didnt find time to do at the weekend. like writing blog entries.
i did eat and drink well this weekend. friday justin and i went to an excellent (but not cheap) restaurant near angel. the food was refined, with subtle tastes that seemed a bit different in every bite. we then saw the Prestige. it was ok, but, well.....that is about all.
saturday i worked my long shift. i enjoy it though. the job is light and entertaining and i have very funny collegues. however, i really end up speaking five languages in every shift. and after 8 hours i have the feeling my brain is turning into kasha. the head of financial matters in my branch is from ukraine (we speak russian). one of the two collegues who is assigned to the same section i am is from mostar (we speak, um, serbo-bosnian?). a huge number of the customers who come in to the place are tourist, with the overwelming majority being french, spanish and german. the germans inevitably speak good english, but that is not true for the other two nationalities, and since i am the only staff member who speaks french (which i find wierd) and one of the few who speaks spanish, i get to talk to these people. it is fun, but i get confused sometimes. yesterday, i was giving directions to an elderly argentine lady when the bosnian asked me a question....to which i responded in spanish....then later i told a spanish woman that the toilet was upstairs and "levo" which i suppose didnt make much sense to her either. oh well. hopefully my brain will adjust with time. but things seem to be ok, saturday after work the boss took me out for drinks in a nearby pub...and outdrank me easily. i had four glasses and practically stumbled home and into bed.
yesterday chester (who lives with justin) made an amazing roast at their house. so after work i went over and ate like a pig as part of what seems to be emerging as a glutinous sunday routine. the vegetables were amazing and chester even opened the special bottle of wine he had (apparently) been guarding for some time. i waddled home and fell asleep, content.