Well...glad you asked...because, plenty would be the response.
However, let me first explain to you my day to day experience at the little ol sandwich place.
Tucked away in Brisbanes biggest mall is the Myer Center Carvery. Not only do we specialize on sandwiches, we also serve salads, fish and chips, capachino's...well you name it and we basically have it covered.
It's a great group of people that I work with and I've been learning quickly...getting work done and staying away from the gossip. Unfortunately...I work soooo much, I'm now getting tired of it(and I've only done it for two weeks...sheesh...guess this is what traveling does to ya)Anyways...now onto my day off.
Wednesday night.
After working for the past four days, I finally got well deserved day off, therefore my friends and I thought it would be a great idea to take in the Brisbane Wednesday night life.
The night was going great...we're all having a good time of laughing joking and fooling around. Of course girl were also a part of these times, but I never expected this next experience to happen.
After chatting with these two girls for a little, bugging them on where they worked, basically the same old stuff, I witness this guy out of the corner of my eye. His face is getting redder and redder with every joke until finally...POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
The guy just lunged at me and popped me right in the face...luckily it shocked me more then hurt me, but the guy was in a full on roid rage tantum. I ducted out of there before it got anymore crazy...only to get rounded up by a group of bouncers and escorted out.
I thought they were just going to talk to me about the incident, but what they did was, tell me to leave the premesis and leave "Christian" alone.
I was shocked...I tried to explain that I didn't do anything wrong, and if I "WAS" talking to "HIS" girls, he just needed to let me know and not just punch me in the face.
Nope they replied, we heard you attacked him, and since he is a valued customer...you are at fault...leave now.
I shook my head and just replied back with a smart ass comment, but luckily my friends were now outside, having a go with the bouncers, but we all decided to go elsewhere.
Guess we all need to experience new things once in our life that we never expected...glad nothing serious happened...its actually funny to laugh about now.
The next happeing of the week...THE CUT OF DESTINY...my hair.
If you had started seeing the pictures...my hair was begining to spiral...or grow ...out of control. Not only did my hair have a mind of its own...it started creating its own city and transport lines. Also it was starting to get in my eyes...soooo...definitely time to get a cut.
When I walked up to the hair cut place, the lady at the desk starred at me with a look of mix of horror, condescension and disbelief.
To give you a picture, it was like I was dressed as Death and there to take her away.
Once I recieved the A.O.K and sat down in the chair...I started getting nervous...geez I thought...what if she turns it into some sort of train wreck...but then I gazed at myself in the slender vertical standing mirror and the face spoke back to me...ya...it can't get any worse than this.
I wanted a brand new look. A hairstyle that really hasn't even been created yet. Unfortunately...the stylist...she didn't speak much English...so I opted for the easy route of getting a normal cut.
The results...not too bad...I definitely look more...human. And boy I didn't realize just how much hair I had.
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