Day three
Since morning, I've been busy helping someone important to me. I even got up at 8 AM. I think I did it, let's see the results. Yes, there are moments when someone needs your help, and you do everything in your power to assist them, just because they matter. But I won't praise myself; I'd rather tell you about the team. A heads-up: THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS NOT INTENDED FOR PERSONS UNDER 18! It might cause gag reflexes, misperception, and all sorts of disgust, but I'm just retelling it.
So, Helber (the gay guy). He called me Nicky and approached me today. He is very chatty and tells EVERYTHING he wants (for example, how he has sex with his boyfriend), and asks EVERYTHING too. He shared with me that he has been with 65 men (he is 20, I asked, 'do you count?' he replied 'yes') and 6 women. Right now he has a boyfriend, but he was: a) not gay; b) a homophobe. But after talking to Helber, he turned into what he turned into. He scares me a little because he took a liking to me; he started drawing hearts on my cup, writing 'you are the hottest gaucho,' invited me to his place to watch a movie and stay the night, asked me to a gay club (like, to dance), and then started making terrible jokes about my pants. - Do you have a phone? + No, I don't have my phone with me (he looks at the crotch of my pants) - So you really don't, is it really... Well, I had a guy from Serbia and he had a big member + Helber, stop! That's my wal-let, see? - Oh, I thought... Mmm, it's sticking out so much there. In principle, he's a good guy, funny, but overly obsessed, all his thoughts are about sex. But let's not focus on him, you get who he is and what he wants, we'll come back to him more than once.
About work. Sometimes there are shitty clients. We have a system: each client has cards of 2 colors - red and green. Red - no, green - I want meat. So. It happens very often that as soon as you approach the very end of the hall with a heavy piece of meat to a client with a green card, they take it and flip it - no, I don't want it, and they smile so sweetly at you! Then a noisy group of young people came and started teasing me, I stayed silent (like, 'what, won't you drop the knife, I'm scared'). They were having a blast, but! In the end, the main ringleader, when I approached, apologized (!!!) to which I replied - it's all good (although, maybe I should have said '1 million $ and we're even,' though who knows, they don't understand jokes, they might think I'm going to sue).
On Saturday we worked until 23:00, I barely made the last bus. Yes, an important detail. In the breaks between lunch and dinner, as well as after work, employees can eat whatever they want and as much as they want, just can't take it out. We can drink our fill of Coke, Sprite, iced tea, lemonade, and other junk. All the conditions for an unhealthy lifestyle. But I think I'll hold back from it... At least, I hope so.
