Backstage

Best picture ever.
Started my pub job last night. The pub is general pub, the only problem being that the owner loves jazz, and I don't. I spent a fair amount of time last night trying to devise ways of taking over the CD player, none of them interesting enough to report. As I said before, the pub is pretty general. There are about 4 ales, 4(-ish?) lagers and some random stuff (lots of Guinness) and you pull pints differently depending on what kind of beer you are serving. I had one other general co-worker, V., (short for Vanessa, but I am lazy) who is a student at Bodyworks, some sort of stage school in Cambridge. Other than my American accent and her need to perfect her American accent we have NOTHING in common. She didn't know that people in Denmark speak Danish. She and C. one of my bosses (Charlotte, who is married to Tom. Tom works the bar and she works the kitchen) had a whole conversation in which neither of them responded to what the other said, something like this:
C: So, V, what kind of arts are you interested in?
V: Oh, I like singing and dancing, things like that
C: I like opera, ballet and classical music, I was never forced to like classical music.
V: I have dyed-blonde hair and am on a diet even though I take dance classes for hours every day
C: I am Danish and am constantly moving around as if I am actually a mass of clockwork wound to tightly
V: Oh, you're from Denmark, what language do they speak in Denmark?
C:Didn't you take geography in college (uk college = kind of high school)?
V: I got the governor (= princepal?) to let me only take acting and dancing and singing.
C: They speak danish in Denmark
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and on. I have to go back to work tonight because I am too slow to work on Friday, when I would normally work so I am working tonight (Thursday) instead.