Some of you may have read my last story – the one with Suz. Well, despite us having dated for a few years, things only lasted a a couple more months after the events in that story. With both of us studying hard for exams, we had been taking less and less time to chat in the evenings, leading to the realisation that we weren’t actually that bothered by it. That coupled with the fact that I would be heading to uni soon (in the same country as Suz) I think it dawned on us both that neither of us really needed the other any more. We parted ways painfully, but amicably. The relationship had run its course, and whilst that hurt, we both knew it.
So by the summer I was single, and I had a couple of months to kill until heading to uni. I spent a good amount of this time working in a restaurant. I had already worked there a few years doing weekends just for a bit of spending money. The pay was okay but not great, and the restaurant, whilst being pretty high-end, could have been managed much better. It was always clean, and the food was great, but the pressure of the work environment was pretty intense. What made it better was the staff. I honestly got on amazingly with everyone who worked there, full-time and part-time alike.