Good news.

Sophie and I both officially have jobs muthafuckazzz! Not only do we both have jobs, but we get to work at the same place. Nikos, the owner, noted that I would come in every day and get something to eat and offered me a job after the third or fourth day. Woo! I guess the Eeyore effect worked out for me. I'm a waitress for the restaurant down at the beach so people who need a nice refreshing cocktails while they sunbathe can get it. Although a couple of times I've brought spaghetti or lasagna down which is pretty baffling to me because the last thing I want when it's one hundred degrees is piping hot pasta dishes. But to each their own.

It's a really good job, I'm enjoying it a lot so far, except I've never seen so many topless women (who have no business being topless) in my life. Sorry, but if your chest area is malformed, keep your bikini on. Maybe even invest in a tankini. Or a moo-moo.

Our roommate Carmen moved out. She was offered staff housing where she works, and it's hard to pass up getting the hell out of where we live. She quit the job she had with our landlord for one with better hours. And since none of his employees are staying at our place anymore, Frankie's moving us to an apartment on the other side of the square. At first we were pissed because we thought it was going to be on top of the bar where he worked which is in the center of all the partying, but it turns out it's in a much quieter. The whole day before we figured out that it was actually a better location we were talking loads of shit about our landlord. Seriously we were planning on burning his place to the ground. Now, though, instead of waking up in the morning to drunken partiers coming home, I wake up to a bustling Greek neighborhood. Today I'm pretty sure I witnessed (with my ears) a domestic abuse incident. Lots of child crying and mother yelling and hand hitting skin. Not the best alarm I've ever woken up to.

Thing's I've Noticed:
1. I have a job. I have to go and tell people that if they need any drinks I can bring some down for them. However, I am simultaneously forbidden from mentioning the fact that I work at my restaurant in case any of the fat ladies with topless melons or the wrinkly old guys in neon zebra speedos are from the tax agency. This is confusing to me.
2. Sophie and I frequent a bar called Circus at night where there is acoustic music. Every night Sophie and I get drunk we attempt sing louder than the speakers, instruments and singer.
3. The singer at Circus may or may not want Sophie and I removed from his life.

Our chefs at the restaruant are Serbian so watching their worldcup game was a sad day for them, expecially since the big rush came while the game was being played so they really only got to catch glimses of it. Half the island is Austrailian at the moment, so it was a sad day for them too. But America, on the other hand, rules. It's refreshing being able to talk shit when it comes to soccer. Sophie said she saw a British man who said "The only way that (english) goalie's hands could've been any more slippery would be if he washed them in the Gulf of Mexico." Too soon? I'm worried about the animals.