Work

Dinner with the family. The restaurant I know so well. The menu card I can still dream, and the familiar faces of the people I've worked with over the last months.
Today it was time for a goodbye dinner in the city, and I chose to have that celebrated in Rhodos, the Greek restaurant that employed me as their waiter for a while. After walking in yesterday, writing my name down in the agenda, getting myself and my mum a little drink while talking to the men who work in the kitchen (and own the place), it was now time to show up at the proper time.
At 18:00, the time I jotted down, no other guests were in the restaurant yet, and I got to wake up (figuratively speaking!) everyone in the building.

As none of us really drinks any alcohol, we decided to skip the appertizer, the traditional aniseed-flavoured spirit drink from Greece called Ouzo and other drinks were brought instead. Got some baguette with home made herb butter from the house, and we ordered our starters and main course.
Mum had a little mix up with the numbers and got salmon instead of melon, which I only remembered after the dish was brought up, and I started to think about items 4 (melon) and 5 (salmon) on the menu card, clearly recalling she ordered number 5, so it was her own fault.
Some filo with spinach and feta cheese was on the table for Hans, and both my sister and I had meatballs with tomato sauce for warm starters.

To not bother everyone with more technicalities, we had a great main course, which was, frankly, a little much for me to bear, as I shared the two person main dish with Hans and we had some slight leftovers. I could finally relate to the people who sometimes mentioned the portion size of their meals while I was still serving.
Helped with taking out all plates and dishes to the kitchen, had a little chat with the guys again and brought the dessert menu cards to the table to let everyone pick. Just like before, my sister had a hard time picking out anything at all, but everyone managed to make a decision.

Enjoyed my own little mix-up of desserts, the special plate with fresh fruit, vanilla ice cream, baklava, greek yoghurt and truffle ice cream. Said my goodbyes to everyone in the kitchen and restaurant currently present, as I brought everything to the kitchen myself, pulled out the bill and showed the kitchen to my sister.

Just like on the way to the restaurant, I drove the car back, and can now wait for some reactions from my former colleagues as I left them this blog address to keep track of what I'll do next.

Frankly, I'm a lot more calm than I was earlier today. I keep telling myself I'm not bothered by the move and the changes and all that, but my body is tense as can be. Transpiration all over the place, an upset stomach, fatigue in general.
Really hope that's all gone after I've also managed to shake off the jetlag this wednesday.

For some music, I managed to find something that combined both eating and working, and also belonging to one of my favorite bands, instead of other songs that just fitted for whatever reason.
Here's Jimmy Eat World - Work.