There are many things
people who don't like me very much can say against me. I'm cheeky,
sometimes to the point of being rude. I'm messy and, even though I
don't have the excuse of being a child anymore, I absolutely hate
cleaning my room. One thing I am not, however, is lazy. Between July
and December, all I did was work. I accepted the lost of my days off
every time my boss asked and sometimes even offered to work myself so
he wouldn't have to.
For 6 months, I got more
and more tired, but was absolutely fine with it because I kept
telling myself that I would travel in January and that it would make
up for everything.
On the 3rd of
January, I came down from the room where I live, just upstairs from
the kitchen where I work.
I wasn't wearing my chef's
uniform. I had make-up on, which I never do when I work, and all I
wanted was to get a cup of coffee before going back upstairs to
finish packing.
I was a little bit nervous
and I did feel rather guilty at leaving my boss alone to take care of
the kitchen for two months, even though he had assured me countless
times that it suited him just fine.
After stopping in the
steps for a couple of minutes to say hello to the pub's dog, I walked
into the kitchen. And then, my boss said something that made
everything fine and made me realise fully that, starting from that
morning, I had two whole months off to look forward to: “Hello
civilian!”
