survived first day of working for ECan. didn't ask for help, or check that i was doing the right thing at one stage. hmm. THIS IS GONNA BE FUN! if you know what you want then you can walk tall knowing for that one thing you'd give it your all Right now. i want a pizza. bah, lame. no really, i want to be good at my job, so to be honest i will try hard. i will be communicative and i will be respectful. hon ton eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ing tong ing tong ing tong chuka chuka chuka wheeeee LAAHH DEE DAAAA well laaah de daa to you Will you be my the one that i will you should be my and i will be your and we will be and nothing will seem stupid and everything will matter everything meaning you everything meaning us everything meaning me for you, not me. I'm not in the mood. I walked into a situation at work on Friday, i served this guy a drink and he was a little surprised at the price. it was a holiday so there was a surcharge, and it meant it cost a lot more than he was expectin', he got this look in his eye and it was calculating and it said pay the man and he did. so i watch him, and he takes the drink to his table with his wife, and he pours it evenly, two thirds for him and the rest for her. then he walks to the kitchen and orders a seafood platter, and when its ready I'm the waiter. So i carry it over, and the table he's sitting at isn't made with cutlery, so i fetch him some cutlery. and the look in his eye is calculating, but he says salt and pepper? so i find some out back and bring it through and i seem he's already apprehensive and looking at me, this time there's not a serviette laid down, and he gestures and i head back. so i bring the serviettes and now i think he is a satisfied man, so i return to the bar and i lean on the fridge because its cold on my back and refreshing especially on that day when the fans are turned off and the sun was beating through the windows, and in my eyes. i was satisfied. man grunts at wife, i barely hear him, but it is disgruntled man. and i see him standing now. and strolling around to me, HE'S FIRED UP, his face is red and his eyes are open wide and his hands are waving and his brow is raised. and i cant help but smile, i stifle my laughter, and it makes him madder, and he ridicules me. i have nothing to say, he's mad at the surcharge, he's mad at the cutlery, the salt and pepper, HE'S MAD. i cant help laughing, i tell him he's had too much to drink and that he should just sit down and eat his food but he doesn't want a solution he just wants to vent. I'm an idiot and a useless kid. i tell him to look at all the other tables which were made, that he chose to sit at one without cutlery, but he ain't listening. he sits down when he is done, he shoots leering livid eyes at me but sits. his wife is concentrating on her lap, and takes only a few fries. i go out back for a water. they left, i never noticed them leave but I'd been back front for awhile. so i clear their stuff and i find a two dollar coin on the table. so after all that, the man tips me? poos an a wees