Place to live! First day of work!

This one could be a bit epic, its been a busy last few days. So first off; last Friday evening I had a few drinks. I met an English guy in the living room area of the Cambie Hostel, and went for a few drinks with him in the Cambie pub below the Hostel. I didn't want a late night, as I'd already been drinking on Tuesday and Wednesday. Plus the guy was one of the few people I've met out here who I didn't actually like ( he tried to chat up girls in the kitchen who were sober, and made a knob out of himself, plus also inadvertently insulted my job). So feeling slightly tipsy I went back to my room... and met my three German room mates who were having a few drinks, so I joined them. We played a weird game, the kind of thing you might play when your camping, they were all really sound. One of them had been sunbathing, and got his favourite bands name written on his back in suncream, and then let himself burn, it looked quite cool in a painful kind of way.... when I saw it I just stared then said "I need a photo of that!".

The next day was spent stupidly. I got up and joined JP and we went for a Mc Donalds. I had a large Big Mac Meal. Never. Again. We walked to North Vancouver and I started to wonder if my stomach would explode, I felt really sick we had to have breaks every half a mile so I could rest. Then when we got to North Vancouver, I realised that I didn't have enough cash to buy the socks I needed from Walmart, so it was all pointless. After that days failures we went to Templetons, I was still feeling bad so I just had the Salad. I felt Much better after that. Then I went back to the Cambie Hostel planning on an early night as I still felt bad. But I got a bad nights sleep as the Cambie Pub below was playing Really loud metal music, and then my German roommates came in and switched on the lights. Loud metal music? Bright lights put on random? The Cambie Hostel had essentially become Guantanamo Bay.

Sunday was spent preparing for work. Transferring to the Downtown Hostel, buying shoe Polish (surprisingly cheap at $3.00) pens, pencils, revising my recipes. Then trying to get a half decent nights sleep in preparation. Thankfully I have decent room mates at the moment so it wasn't a problem.

Work starts! Its a lot more involved than I was expecting. I have to make the potato fritters and crab sandwhiches for the day, dish wash when its needed, and work the line at 11:30 making the four recipes that I've been given until about 3 ish. The people I'm working with all seem pretty sound. I was mainly being looked after by a guy called Tiego, who was from Brazil, and had just been upgraded to night chef. The other people all seem really nice. Its hard, and hot work mind, I think the learning curve is going to be tough in the first few weeks. After work I went back to the apartment in China town and handed over some cash for a room, so I move in on Saturday. The guy who owns the place is really cool, he's always wearing these Hawaiian shirts, and has large glasses. Seems there are a few other working Visa types staying there as well, so I should meet a few people as well. I get my own fridge in my room (he's moving it from another room because he new I would use it, how kind is that?), and the room is massive as well. Its a cracking deal for $360 a month.

Quote of the last three days time, most from today:-

Hostel Girl:- "Norway amazing"
Me:- "I've been to Helsinki"
Hostel Girl:- "But that's in Finland"
Me:- "I didn't stay very long"

Me trying to make friendly conversation while English knob tries to chat up kitchen girls.

*Adjusts trousers*
"Spandex is Retarded"

The waitresses where I work are all very pretty, but some of them don't come across as that bright. But then if your that good looking your not going to end up studying material science I guess.

This also high lights the reasoning for my next quote....

Me:- "Are looking for waitresses? Because one of my friends is looking for work"
Boss:- "OK... Whats she like"
Me:- Outgoing, got a fair bit of experience in serving, Blond, 20 years old"
Boss:- ".... Are you trying to says she's good looking?"
Me:- "eerrrrr.... yea? (Thinking:- Shit probably shouldn't have said that, probably just broken some work ethics code or something, and come across as a shallow twat"
Boss:- "Can-she-come-for-an-interview-tomorrow-at-1:30?"

... or maybe not.