Q: What do you call a Welshman in a suit?
A: The defendant.
I had an interview today, at a lovely little pub near the quay over in Vetus Moriconium. It went swimmingly, even if I do say so myself: I can be remarkably charming when I want to be (alas that this does not translate into a facility with customer service!), and have been invited to do a trial shift this Sunday. The pay on offer's good, and I've got a good feeling about the place. Should I not make a complete arse of myself over Sunday lunch, I'll hear by Wednesday whether I've got the job or not. Wish me luck!
yay! da iawn ti.
diolch! tipyn nerfus dw i...
good luck!
Pob lwc
Καλή τύχη.