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I got a job. After months of leeching off of Jes, smoking cigarette butts from the sidewalk, dumpster diving, eating scraps, and wearing the same socks twice, I can now return to my regularly scheduled life of glitz and glamour, $1000 plate charity dinners, shopping at Tiffanys, and home delivery of the New York Times (Which I got for Christmas! Fucking rock! (New York Times, not Tiffanys and charity dinners))
Actually, it's at a little cafe in North Beach. Same job as Peets, except better tips and pay. I also have to make a sandwich and pour wine from time to time. I start tommorow.
Actually, it's at a little cafe in North Beach. Same job as Peets, except better tips and pay. I also have to make a sandwich and pour wine from time to time. I start tommorow.