Last night, when I arrived, the receptionist and Marie (my boss) told me a bunch of things I was supposed to do. But they spoke in French and they spoke lots and they spoke quickly. So, thinking back through the haze of exhaustedness, I have no idea exactly what I’m supposed to do.
I’ve set all the tables for breakfast. I lit the oven and it’s preheating at 200°C. The frozen pastries are thawing out. I’ve pressed a bunch of orange juice. I’m on my third cup of coffee and starting to see things…
Marie will be up any moment now to take over. I ought to charge the clients for their drinks last night at the bar but this is the kind of thing I’ll make mistakes with being this tired. So I don’t know. We’ll see.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
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