I'm home.
Work is great: no instrucions, just a lot of "get to work" from the boss, and she didn't even tell me how and what to do, I had to shadow some guys there.
My back is broken because I hate to bed over to get stuff of tabels, but it's allright.
Other than a pesky 37 year old black guy that makes inappropriate jokes and won't shut the hell up, everyone's nice. I even met a cute british girl, who knew.
So she practically asked me out to go clubing (not my thing I'm willing to take the fall once) but, and it's a big one: she smokes.