I'm starting to enjoy bus rides more than train rides, interestingly. Probably because of the sights and scenes that come with each bus ride. Buildings that keep getting taller. Trees that keep groing older. Roads that keep getting worn and gray. And people I see on the streets who are never the same. The road to work just keeps me fascinated.

Been hosting in Jones yesterday. Families kept flocking in in large groups expecting to be sat almost immediately (as usual). Some how I feel like I'm starting to pull away from the job. I mean I love hosting - it keeps me going on my feet, allows me to talk to customers about almost anything and everything (even though they often end up being more interested in my job at Jones or why the store doesn't do chilli sauce and croissants). Hmm, I guess I just need to pay more attention, be a little more meticulous, and show a little more TLC to make people love Jones just as much as I do.

Speaking of which! I asked Nicki a pretty stupid question yesterday which left me baffled for the entire afternoon after that. (Yeah, I stunned myself). I asked him why do people love Jones this much even with all the complaints and stuff. And he just said 'But you love Jones too?!' Sigh. How stupid.

---- 8am

Hosting today was pretty fun. Tried my best to do whatever I could to clear tables and get people seated quickly. But I never did a proper follow through with any customer today. My soaring temperature, sore throat and bad nose shortened my attention span tremendously. I found myself drowning in heaps of honey and water to no avail. But oh wells, guess the customers who dropped by today made up for all that. Met a couple of familiar faces today. Felt really happy to recognize people and have them identify me by name. Cashier-ing at the end of the day kept me awake at least.

On a side note; the crowd at Jones today was exceptionally small. Like, seriously, only half of the number of people expected for breakfast turned up today. The waiting list was never REALLY filled up. (I mean it was somehow, probably because I insisted on scribbling the names of the customers at the entrance on the waiting list even though I knew there were available tables so I could strike them off for fun.) Minus all the lame names I took to waste space, I guess only 5-7 groups of customers REALLY queued at all. The rest got their tables almost immediately. And to me, that was refreshing - especially for a Saturday.

Dinner with the usual lovelies and now I'm on my way home. I really wonder how I'm gonna get rid of all that pressure in my head now. My temples feel like they are bursting any moment now. And my throat is so scratchy, even drinking water hurts. Pepsi relieved me of that pain for a bit but now I'm back to square one. Sigh. How torturous.

---- 8pm