breakfast at tiffany's

 


✬ i woke up even before the crack of dawn to get ready for my tiffany's job, in particular, to curl my hair. at 5.30 am, they were supposed to send a taxi to pick me up. i waited outside in the rain and gale-force wind and the hair turned instant medusa.
the taxi driver was the most incompetent taxi driver in the world. he either didnt understand the GPS's instructions, or just chose to ignore them. it took 15 minutes for him to do an entire block of kings cross to end up right back at my apartment. i realised i was going to be late for breakfast at tiffany's because of this wanker. i ripped out my iphone, connected to google map and began telling him which way to drive.
i was half an hour late.
we were working at a coffee stand, giving away free coffee, cupcakes and newspapers to celebrate the grand opening of the new tiffany's store in canary wharf. my supervisor was manic 'quickly, put on that white shirt, tie and tiffany's apron....and tie your hair back'. ah, why had i bothered at all with the hair?!

the queue for that free coffee stretched right down the length of the shopping mall, and stayed that way all day. some people queued for half an hour just for a free coffee. i mean i know everyone loves something for free, but it's not like we were giving away free diamonds.... and it's amazing that even when you're giving away free things, people will find something to complain about. one lady got pissed off because we didn't have fat free milk, then a man chucked a tantrum because we ran out of hot chocolate.
i was exhausted by one o'clock and happy to go home with my souvenir tiffany's apron and cupcake.

:o)