I've worked three days in a row. 3 hour shifts. And my legs and arms are killing me. I'm convinced that maybe waitressing will be the work out I've been talking about getting and never actually getting around to. I took this little step-counter thingy, I don't know what it's called, you strap it on your hips and it counts the amount of steps you've taken, distance you've gone, calories you've burned and all that. Everyday is about five miles of running around in that tiny tiny restaurant. ;w;
I've managed to fuck up every day so far. There's been some soup disasters, customers not getting some food, mixing up sauces, forgetting to hand some