wow i thought sunday was going to be as easy-going as saturday but HAHA NOPE. i start my morning with less than five hours of sleep under my belt, parts of lamps falling down from the ceiling, continues with too many things that need to be done at once, spilling a bunch of colourful drinking straws over the floor, actually running out of coffee for a split second (it was terrifying thanks for asking), "i need a slice of pizza right now or i'm going to die" - Haiz; 2016, selling a beer to a guy who was already kiiind of drunk so MAYBE I SHOULDNT HAVE.......... he claimed to be a friend of my dad once i revealed what my connection to this place is as an explanation for WHY i'm not finnish not even a little bit, almost yelling/tearing up at the guy who ASKED things in english but didnt UNDERSTAND english so whatever i answered he could only curse in german back at me and I HTINK HE STOLE SOME COFFEE BUT I WAS TOO DEAD INSIDE TO CARE OKAY, forgot to put on the sausage cage so it didn't heat up at all, et ce hecking tera. i mean there were some good moments too and i survived just fine, but still though. this day has been a reminder to always get enough sleep, kids. life's rough and you need them cycles.
the worst part was, that when i was finally let free and sat down to eat some food, i heard the guys on the table next to me raise their glasses "to a lazy sunday". the urge to flip a table,,,
