Ya won' believe it!
Well, I've jus' finished me t'ird day at t'e Grease an' Bile an' I wish no one'd ever invented t'e concept o' two weeks notice. If ya'd ever worked t'ere, ya would know why!
T'e place consists entirely o' regulars: toms grabbin' t'eir eats 'afore t'e night shift, kiddies who come in ta gape at t'e totty an' ol' drunkard widowers wit' no place else ta eat who los' t'eir sense o' taste as toddlers! I'm gettin' ta know a few o' t'em, although I wish I weren'! Jus' a buncha weirdos who t'ink yer t'eir bes' friend 'cause t'eir's no grill cover!
Alt'ough, on t'e bright side, some o' t'em tarts agreed ta come in early on pay-day...
T'e work isself is t'e wors' part. Get a load o' t'is: along wit' t'e usual "burgers", orcus buffalo wings, bonzabeast steaks, veggie wraps, Berivian fries, an' what-not, t'ey have t'ings like Crispy Calamari. Now I don' even know what t'at is, bu' it comes wit' grilled mantabird an' it's served in white wine sauce. How poncy can ye get?
Give me a plate o' stew any day o'er t'is. Heavens above, who's ever heard o' t'is, "Hummus and Marinated Olives, served wit' evoo an' drizzled wit' love". I'd be sick if it weren't fer t'e fear o' t'em servin' it up as veggie salad.
But somet'in' good has come outta t'is whole mess. I was talkin' ta one o' t'e drunken customers, Rueben or Ruban or some such gentleman, yesterday evenin' an' t'is fella was tellin' me t'at he works fer t'is ship repair company on Cresentia. Now I'm not one ta actually care, but he's goin' on an' on' an' I have not'in' else ta do bu' clean t'e grill where I jus' made refried jumbo shrimp, so I'm all keen on listenin' to him, when he lets slip t'at t'e ship he jus' happens ta be workin' on is rumoured ta have sailed all t'e way ta t'e legendary Treasure Planet! Now I'm jus' abou' ready ta fall ta me knees an' t'ank t'e heavens right t'ere on t'e suspicious blood stain no mop can swab off, when he says t'at it'll be done wit'in t'e week an' how happy he is t'at he can take his holidays in time ta catch t'e big game on Albonia, starts a fight wit' t'e next table o'er which team's gonna win an' is t'rown out on his bum 'afore I can git t'e name o' t'e company. If t'ere is some kind o' God in t'e heavens, I'm startin' ta t'ink t'at He don't care fer me much.
I'm lef' wit' a week ta fin' t'e Legacy 'afore t'ey give it back ta Captain Hangman an' she finds t'at book o' mine if she hasn't already, I haven't t'e slightest clue where ta begin lookin', an' t'e damned Grease an' Bile don't give ye no holiday pay!
I'm wonderin' if I shoulda gone inta dentistry.
T'e place consists entirely o' regulars: toms grabbin' t'eir eats 'afore t'e night shift, kiddies who come in ta gape at t'e totty an' ol' drunkard widowers wit' no place else ta eat who los' t'eir sense o' taste as toddlers! I'm gettin' ta know a few o' t'em, although I wish I weren'! Jus' a buncha weirdos who t'ink yer t'eir bes' friend 'cause t'eir's no grill cover!
Alt'ough, on t'e bright side, some o' t'em tarts agreed ta come in early on pay-day...
T'e work isself is t'e wors' part. Get a load o' t'is: along wit' t'e usual "burgers", orcus buffalo wings, bonzabeast steaks, veggie wraps, Berivian fries, an' what-not, t'ey have t'ings like Crispy Calamari. Now I don' even know what t'at is, bu' it comes wit' grilled mantabird an' it's served in white wine sauce. How poncy can ye get?
Give me a plate o' stew any day o'er t'is. Heavens above, who's ever heard o' t'is, "Hummus and Marinated Olives, served wit' evoo an' drizzled wit' love". I'd be sick if it weren't fer t'e fear o' t'em servin' it up as veggie salad.
But somet'in' good has come outta t'is whole mess. I was talkin' ta one o' t'e drunken customers, Rueben or Ruban or some such gentleman, yesterday evenin' an' t'is fella was tellin' me t'at he works fer t'is ship repair company on Cresentia. Now I'm not one ta actually care, but he's goin' on an' on' an' I have not'in' else ta do bu' clean t'e grill where I jus' made refried jumbo shrimp, so I'm all keen on listenin' to him, when he lets slip t'at t'e ship he jus' happens ta be workin' on is rumoured ta have sailed all t'e way ta t'e legendary Treasure Planet! Now I'm jus' abou' ready ta fall ta me knees an' t'ank t'e heavens right t'ere on t'e suspicious blood stain no mop can swab off, when he says t'at it'll be done wit'in t'e week an' how happy he is t'at he can take his holidays in time ta catch t'e big game on Albonia, starts a fight wit' t'e next table o'er which team's gonna win an' is t'rown out on his bum 'afore I can git t'e name o' t'e company. If t'ere is some kind o' God in t'e heavens, I'm startin' ta t'ink t'at He don't care fer me much.
I'm lef' wit' a week ta fin' t'e Legacy 'afore t'ey give it back ta Captain Hangman an' she finds t'at book o' mine if she hasn't already, I haven't t'e slightest clue where ta begin lookin', an' t'e damned Grease an' Bile don't give ye no holiday pay!
I'm wonderin' if I shoulda gone inta dentistry.