Well shit.
Wow, so for the past two weeks I've worked almost everyday. So much for it being a PART TIME job. But shit, somedays are really cool. Like when the new girl is training and she's fucking hot and has a more perverted mind than I. Yes you heard it here. There is someone more perverted than me. Which sucks though because you can't date co-workers. You just can't. It's like fooling around with a friend...
...but then there's days like yesterday that blow monkey ass, like a Saigon monkey whore. Fuckin' shit. And the fact that the cook is a dick and yells at you for shit that's not your fault. And the other fact that I'm usually pretty quiet and reserved at work and try not to be my obnoxious self. And then there's the point when I don't care and I yell at the cook and tell him it's not my fucking fault and he can go yell at someone else.
And then there's the part where I get my fatty paycheck for putting up with all this shit that makes it oh so better.
p.s. Apparently most good chefs do coke. The more you know.
...but then there's days like yesterday that blow monkey ass, like a Saigon monkey whore. Fuckin' shit. And the fact that the cook is a dick and yells at you for shit that's not your fault. And the other fact that I'm usually pretty quiet and reserved at work and try not to be my obnoxious self. And then there's the point when I don't care and I yell at the cook and tell him it's not my fucking fault and he can go yell at someone else.
And then there's the part where I get my fatty paycheck for putting up with all this shit that makes it oh so better.
p.s. Apparently most good chefs do coke. The more you know.