When i was at uni, and i had reached peak laziness, a few of us worked for a local amusement park and my first few days were spent in the searing heat of an English summer (all 4 hours of it) directing cars where to park.
Loved it. 'You - here, you - next to this guy' and so on.
The stupid tracksuit you had to wear made your balls stick to your leg, but oh well.
Day 3. Now you have to come inside and run the kid's rides, where entitled parents and snot-gobbling kids puke and scream at you.
Go back a post or two and you see i was tasty on the guitar, so there was no day 4 there. I spent day 4 busking and earned double the money doing something i liked.
Which is what it's all about.
T
