Tale of the sleep deprived

Waking up at half past three in the morning is no fun.
Riding a bicycle for an hour at four in the morning is no fun.
Getting to work at five in the morning is somewhat no fun.
Getting home at half past nine in the morning is nice.
Going to sleep at a quarter past ten is fantastic!
Waking up at eleven is exhausting.
Working at twelve is somewhat nice.
Driver's license theory at four in the afternoon is quite funny.
Getting home at half past six in the evening is very fulfilling.



I kind of have to days in a day. No matter what I do I end up having to sleep either in the morning or in the afternoon in order not to fall asleep during work.

I am not sure if I can keep up with this. It is so extremely hard for me to get up this early when I have these other jobs which make me go to sleep at eleven in the evening at the earliest. Damn.



Saturday I experienced being alone in the café. Only my boss and I were at work and while he worked hard in the kitchen I had to take care of everything in the café. Which quite frankly made me feel very badly. I had only had two shifts before that so I honestly did not think of me as fit for it. At. All.
I have learned a lot in the café. I think I finally became friends with the streamer. Now I only need to befriend the cash register. We are still on shaky ground the two of us :)


Every time I go out for groceries for the café I walk by Guldsmedegade and in on of the apartments the residents have made a huge 32 bit pacman and ghost on their window out of post-its. I might take a picture of it sometime since it is SO AWESOME!