Desperation Elation

I was rudely awoke by a phonecall this morning. Not a phonecall I was to regret taking. It was the lady from the creperie asking if I could come in for an interview. Clearly not being able to conjugate doesn't mean that I won't be able to wait on tables. She asked when I would be available to come in for an interview... I foolishly said that morning. She said great, see you in an hour. I barely had time to panic. I lie, I did panic. I spent the whole walk there reminding myself to vouvoyer and not to tutoyer. Pretty sure I tutoyed anyway! Never mind, it must have been ok, I got a trial shift in the evening.

I came home and set about learning the menu. This is the desperation part. I needed comfort foods. There was no comfort food. I attempted to makes one of those brownies in a mug. I only had olive oil. Worst experience of my life. It got stuck in the mug. I had to chisel it out with a knife. I bent the knife. Absolute nightmare. The photo makes me feel a little bit sick.

In the evening I had my trial shift. This part is the elation part. I didn't make a fool of myself (too much). I got a second shift tomorrow. I got tipped. I got offered a free crepe (I turned it down!) I met the cousin of Mathilde by chance. I told endless stories about England. I made a joke (there's a crepe called L'anglaise... the joke is an obvious one) I didn't get fired on day 1.

I came home and made myself a midnight pizza snack... well deserved I feel.