New job isn't as easy as first thought! Micheal Leaves! "Open Your Mind!" Party Cathedral!

Friday evening was pretty darn good. Me JP and Micheal went to Templetons for a meal, as Micheal was leaving for Germany the following day. I think the waitress is slightly confused by us, we go regularly and leave handsome tips, yet don't talk to her that much want with being English and reserved and all that. Afterwards we went for a cocktail, JP had to leave early as it was a school night for him (See quote of the week). Me and Micheal tried a couple of places but expensive entry and being chatted up by some much older ladies in the cue put us of the first place. The second just wouldn't let anyone in, the cue continued to grow, and people kept leaving, but no one was being allowed in (a common problem out here, as they think big cue = popular). So we ended up in the speakeasy... again. Still Micheal told me a few cracking stories about drunken antics he got up to back home. He's back in August as well.
Saturday, I went for a swim. Then I had my induction type thing at Joeys bar and grill, which went pretty well. Adam (deputy head chef or something like that) is a nice guy, as were the other guys I was training with. I thought the place was a chain restaurant, which it kind of is. But they make all the food on site, sauces, the lot. Its not just a stick in the microwave and charge a fortune job which I thought it might be. It seemed like there was a lot of options for promotion as well. He also said to the others your not allowed to be rude to the dishwasher, its not the washpit, etc. One of the other trainees said they used to call the wash area Guantanamo bay. Its stupidly hot at the moment, so I spent the rest of the day on the beach. Went in the sea a few times, it was marvelous.... until I got back and realised I was horrifically sun burnt, when I saw Scottish Guy he said "Jesus! What happened?" Luckily it wasn't so bad it hurt to lie on, so I could still sleep, and it hasn't peeled, thank you aftersun. That evening Hostel conspiracy theorist Phil or 'Mad Phil' as me and JP have christened him (he has massive arms! I'm pretty sure he could crush my skull with them if he wanted to) forced me to watch 9/11 Conspiracy Files or some such crap. He got annoyed because I said it was all a load of rubbish, and a BBC documentary pulled it apart. He also said that couldn't disprove some guy who thinks the world is controlled by lizard men is wrong. He is one frightening chap!
Monday! I went and bought some work clothes, and hid away from the sun, as I was now feeling pretty sore. That evening I went and viewed an apartment. It cost $475 a month (about 275 of your English pounds), and it is in the really posh part of town. It was a Really nice house. All the mod cons, massive TV, 3 bathrooms, loads of room mates, my own balcony, Really central. The big down side was the 'bedroom' was basically a converted closet. The double mattress was basically wedged into the room. Then all your clothes and stuff hung above your bed..... I'm still Really tempted mind. I could put up with having such a basic room to live in Such a nice house for tupence. He re-advertised it today, so I might ring him back and ask him if he wants to knock the price down.
Today I got up and did some food shopping, and went for a swim. I got a call off Adam from work asking me to drop in and collect some Recipes!? Turns out I will be cooking on Monday, and not just washing up. So I've got to remember and test four different recipes. One of them is Calamari, I don't even know what that should taste like, let alone how to cook it. Plus our hostel kitchen doesn't even have an oven. Let alone the deep fat friar that is required for all of my recipes. This could be tough, and rewarding.... yet stressful, I kinda came out here to escape all this kind of crap. But a new string to my bow and all that.

Quote time, after the drought forcing me to pick that shocker last time, this time I've got tons. First off:-

Waitress:- "So, were you guys off to next?"
JP:- "I'm not staying out to late, its a school night"
Waitress:- "Oh! What school do you go to?"
JP:- When I say school night.... I mean I have to work tomorrow."
Waitress:- "...........!?!? Were do you work...."

Stupid Canadians not using this well known British phrase. I think the only reason she still talks to us is because we tip well.

Micheal:- " Is this.... A party Cathedral?"

It had been a long two weeks for Micheal speaking English the whole time. I was going to tell him he meant Club, but then I kept quiet as I realised he was right, and the Dictionary is wrong, a club is a stupid name. They should be Party Cathedrals, and that is what I'm calling them from now on.

Me:- "He wasn't joking, he does want me cook. :-S"
JP:- : "I hope Joeys like food from the free shelf"

A text conversation. I'm a little obsessed with a shelf you see. The free food shelf in the hostel is amazing. People leave the food they didn't eat on it when they leave, then I waddle over and consume it all in about 2 minutes flat. I once drunkenly told some Irish guy that this Hostel was the best in Vancouver because of that shelf, he seemed a tad confused and scared, the kind of look I reserve for Mad Phil when he is sober.