Day 2 of glasswashing was sub-par. 4 of the scheduled volunteers didn’t show up, so we were short-staffed and slammed. People were grumpy. I didn’t really have a break all evening, but at least we got a couple of bottles thrown our way by kind-hearted people.
Team spirit was still fairly high and the mood light, until I realised that some jackass nicked my Roots fleece. I mean, the thing was falling apart at the seams, but I really loved that coat and it was a shitty thing to do. I’m hoping one of the jeunesse took it by accident, but I’m not going to hold my breath.
