a bunch of ingrates the lot of them...

Well, I just spent a very long day making a load of sandwiches and selling them to decidedly ungrateful Italians. Truth is I'm bracing myself for the "we can't afford to keep you on..." talk, which incidentally I've already heard about 2 weeks ago. Today, we made a wopping 100 Euro, 48 of which are destined to slip nicely in my pocket at the end of the month - although sadly it could be a lot sooner than that. I guess I have to accept the reality of the situation and get my arse into gear and find another job. Today was not my day, I managed to slice a nice little chunk of flesh off my middle finger while using one of those meat slicing machines, I guess it had to happen sooner or later. I'm normally very careful but I was very tired this morning and I had begun to feel like a bit of an expert. It's not that bad but it looks kinda ugly, you can see bone. Ah well, I think I've done a fairly good job of bandaging it up myself andit's nowhere near needing stitches so I think I should consider myself very lucky.