So I've been working like a... worker, and if I was working tonight then that would make a nine-day run. But I'm not, which makes that sentence marginally less impressive.
Yesterday was pretty fun, I went to a german conference with my A level class and spent the whole day listening to two german people talking about basically everything. It was awesome to realise how I could understand every word, but listening to some of the other attendees talking (I didn't) I also realised that although I'm much better at speaking german than the other two girls in my class, that is only comparative and I'm not actually any good.
But problems started when we tried to get home, because I had to work at 6.30 so we sprinted for the 4.05 train. Caught it fine, and made the first connection, but we got held up for twenty minutes while they took photos of the door. What the hell, guys. So we missed the other connection and I was a half hour late to work. I was majorly stressed because I've never been late to work before but it was fine, they had someone cover for me (first night on the kiosk!) and then it was all ok.
Ooh funny story before I stop filling the thread with vacuous nonsense: when I arrived at work, the lottery machine wasn't working. It didn't recognise that the printer was attached, so it simply would not do anything. Someone came and helped me pull wires out and press buttons in a sporadic manner and eventually the printer reconnected... but then everything was inexplicably in Welsh. Even though we live in the welsh borders it's surprising how few people speak enough welsh to read error messages on a lottery machine (it's not surprising at all, no one speaks welsh). So we had to reset it. Therefore for half the evening, the machine was broken, and the other half it was welsh, and I can't decide which was worse.