• cleaning up after smokers and washing dishes.
• Sweeping the floor
• Folding paper napkins into triangles (I folded the whole frkn packet of like 20000 or something)
• Folding around only 57489376 flat cardboard things into takeaway boxes
• Occasionally being asked to give people their food. Man, it's so scary, especially when you have like 3 cups of Latte on a tray. I had to walk at 0.0001 metres per second like some special ed and when I lifted one cup off it would spill into the plate -.-
• Being force-fed Lebanese food. Don't get me wrong, it was EXTREMELY yummy especially the Kashba and the women were really generous but once you get past a certain amount of melted-cheese and pastry all you can think about is... puke! Then there was this one time when the woman (Diala) accidently served a big man the wrong type of pastry thing for lunch and when I gave it back to her she asked me if I wanted it and ofcourse I said yeah ;) Halfway through that I felt freaking seasick or something (even though the first 5 bites or so were heavenly). Then this other woman (Nina) came into the kitchen and for her own snack she scooped a whole cup of avocado cream or something and kept feeding me spoonfuls telling me it was delicious. (Ofcourse I had to keep opening my mouth like a toddler and then making the "that's gold" facial expression like avocado cream was the nicest thing on the planet)

Somebody who worked a restaurant, PLEASE tell me you did something of the sort, coz 5 days of non-stop standing....well look who's going to cross off Hospitality and Tourism...

Lebanese people are so loud outgoing, and I felt so out of place considering they were gossiping and giggling in Leb most of the time and when they tried to tell me to do something I always had to make them repeat it. Thus my name now is supposedly "Lehna" because "Zat iss ezierr tu pronounce"

Tomorrow my working hours are 4 to 8 pm because that's when the place is supposedly not as big a nigel.

Until then,

Minshoufkon!