Let's face it.

[folduprabbit]

I wasn't meant for kitchen work.

I'm short. I have tiny hands. I mean, sure, I can multitask like a demon and have an uncanny memory, but I would rather not be back there. With the stinky men. The stinky, stupid men. The ones that eat the scallop water and have sanitizer fights and smoke a pound of pot after snorting a rail of coke each night.

So I applied at East Side Mario's.

And I got it.