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So today was supposed to be my last night at Denny's. I have spent the last year and a half of my life learning every little trick to serving, every order, every side work secret. I can tell you anything about that store. And it's all gone.
Gone are my days of making deep fried ice cream. No more smoking blunts in front of the store until I was too fucked up to move. No more sorrid notes from lonely couples looking for young pussy to share and devour. Gone! All gone! No more reverse Oreo sandwhiches. No more feeding the masses of RHPS. No more drunks spewing their dinners in my parking lot, which I guess isnt my parking lot anymore. No more cops letting me play with their tasers. Gone are my regulars. Gone! : (
Gone are the Wal Mast bitches who constantly would pat their nappy weaves and braids and run my ass to the ground for 73 cents. Gone are the managers fucking the serves behind their wives backs. Gone are people no calling/no showing and having jobs the next day. No more staying behind 3 hours after I am supposed to go home because I am doing the cleaning no one else has done. No more chasing walk outs into the parking lot to get my money. No more drunk men pinching my ass. Wait... I won't miss that at all.
By no means do I want a medal for the shit I dealt with, or even a thank you. It would have just been nice if Amanda had said goodbye.
But it's ok. I have moved onto my next plane of serving existance. I work at a REAL restaurant now.
Gone are my days of making deep fried ice cream. No more smoking blunts in front of the store until I was too fucked up to move. No more sorrid notes from lonely couples looking for young pussy to share and devour. Gone! All gone! No more reverse Oreo sandwhiches. No more feeding the masses of RHPS. No more drunks spewing their dinners in my parking lot, which I guess isnt my parking lot anymore. No more cops letting me play with their tasers. Gone are my regulars. Gone! : (
Gone are the Wal Mast bitches who constantly would pat their nappy weaves and braids and run my ass to the ground for 73 cents. Gone are the managers fucking the serves behind their wives backs. Gone are people no calling/no showing and having jobs the next day. No more staying behind 3 hours after I am supposed to go home because I am doing the cleaning no one else has done. No more chasing walk outs into the parking lot to get my money. No more drunk men pinching my ass. Wait... I won't miss that at all.
By no means do I want a medal for the shit I dealt with, or even a thank you. It would have just been nice if Amanda had said goodbye.
But it's ok. I have moved onto my next plane of serving existance. I work at a REAL restaurant now.