Ridiculous

Work commenced yesterday, i basically work with these ridiculously powerful dishwashers amongst other things and just chill with various kitchen staff for most of the day, already had burnt hands(130 degrees celsius spray wash, no lie) and i get to wear a hat on shift as well as being in one of the few jobs where i dont really have to suit up for the job, shirts tucked in, smart shoes, sideburns shaved halfway below the ear etc. I've had barely any sleep, got in at half 5 last night and phoned Josh until my phone card ran out of money, i think we got 4 minutes, and at time of writing i start in 15, washing up my own mess to be fair. It's a reasonable job, i can get up with my mind seeping out of my ears and still get shit done competently, which is pretty which what im about to do right now. Last night Will had the full on housewarming, narcotics and alcohol in a hot tub with his new danish housemates and regulars, i've been getting good vibes off of life lately, and am hoping to maintain this as long as possible, just genuinely happy i don't have to wake up wondering about being a dick the night before. Also, after leaving wills at like 4, i played guitar with a 7 11 worker for about an hour in their smoking area, turned out to be a chinese shredder, exchanging tips and hand movements, i think he's probably gotten fired for giving me free slurpees. Again, writing on this is tending to become more and more brief and rushed, but that's life, and it's as good as any other.