Tribulus Terrestris

HI!!

OK, alright, where do I start it has been a while. Still working at Harry's and coming to the realization that being a cafe girl is not what it is like in the movies.  There are lots of washing and drying cups, saucers, plates, and other random dirty dishes and food trays. I have made lots of avocado bagels, salmon toasts, and chicken wraps. The good thing is I am usually highly caffeinated and get a nice wad of cash each week. It is ok for now but my sensitive side might not be able to put up with one of the managers.  I won't get into it here, like my mother says, "If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." 

Wait. That was Jesus. 

Same

Same

.......maybe a little different....

 Saturday I walked in the front door to dude day. While I was a busy espresso girl the boys were

brewing beer

making a large outdoor movie screen

and

putting together a new gas grill

Sunday, October 16th was a big day. 

It started at good old Harry's at 8AM.  It was a beautiful day, everyone was out and about ordering 3/4 skim flat whites, large cap's, Chai tea with a side of extra hot soy milk and countless numbers of mini cupcakes, toasted banana bread and ham and cheese croissants. We started closing around 5ish. Manager Man ordered some sushi from next door from a place called RAW which is also owned and operated by Harry. (Harry is a good man. A smart one that Harry, has quite the business set up) RAW is amazing. I only had two pieces while closing up and I am re-turned on to sushi. One of the waiters came over and did a little whisper whisper. Turns out that good old Leo was next door, yes that is correct Leonardo Dicaprio.  I took a deep breath and when Manager Man asked who wanted a beer we all raised our hands and I pleaded to be the chosen one to go next door.  I smoothed out my dirty apron and hoped there was no mayo in my hair. I skipped in the door, scanned the small room and locked eyes with Jack Dawson. It was less then a second but sure enough it was him. I bet he heard me order 5 Heni's for next door, he knows I exist.

Sunday night we headed up to one of the local watering holes to watch some Rugby.  I won't lie I struggled a little this weekend. Brad knew something was kinda getting to me.  So, he being the wonderful person he is got me a night cap and let me talk it out.(Just so happen to be at RAW) Don't worry, I will be ok! Maybe a lapse of homesickness, friendsickness, dislike jobness...who knows...well, he fixed me right up.  The evening/weekend could not have ended more perfect.

Today, Monday....it was a good day. Worked, ran errands, went for a run, had a great dinner and some wine, made trail mix and got some flip flops.  I tried to go all Bondi Beach and walked barefoot down to the beach for a run.  On my way back I stepped into a grassy area and to my surprise I felt like I was walking across a patch of needles. NO ONE WARNED ME about the TRIBULUS TERRESTRIES aka bindii. Those little !@#$% got all up in my feet.  There I stood grasping a STOP sign picking thorns from my tootsies. So much for trying to pass as a local.