my mom will be proud of me. my friends will gasp in shock.
I will be working in the kitchen this evening.
before anybody gets too excited, I am not working in the cafeteria or cooking any English cuisine ("do those two words even go together?" I hear you say).
Once a week from 8-11pm, the lounge area in the boys' dorm converts into a cafe where people come to hang out, socialise and have some food. There is a kitchen area where milk shakes, paninis, waffles, cappuccinos, etc. are served.
In a moment of weakness (or insanity, however you wish to view it) I agreed to help out.
Now I pray that I won't kill anybody with the food I serve...I am on my way to domestication *gasps in horror*
By the way, the filming session went well yesterday evening. We just sat around, ate biscuits, drank juice and chatted about movies, horrible food and psychotic primary school teachers while the camera poked itself into our faces. And we got paid £30 at the end of an hours' worth of something I normally do with my friends anyway!
Nothing to it. Is this my first step to a career in Hollywood?
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