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not that i have much room to complain being as i did voluntarily choose the service industry this summer but i did not fucking sign up for a "very kid-rock" summer
of all places i get to work at the three-story restaurant with three bars, an outside club, and 11am-10pm gator pit. yup, a gator pit. it's a regular fucking redneck disneyworld down here. spending most of my summer on the gulf coast in florida was a great idea in theory except that i didn't think about the fact that it was the panhandle and therefore ultimately an extension of alabama.
either way when the majority of your patrons come to your restaurant for the "gator pit" and the other few come on "teen night" at the outside club, you're bound to want to slit your wrists. the only thing keeping me from doing so were the stellar drink specials (and bartenders) and the fact that i can make a lot of money by doing almost nothing besides deal with difficult and quite illiterate people. while yes, some of our menu items were a little tricky, you can still spit out "mother fudburger" instead of "mother fucker" right in front of your 12 year old kid. and "potato appetizers" are in no way pronounced "potato treasures." just fyi.
it's mostly the job that annoys me, being 100 feet from the coast and having a pretty decent tan plus a full bank account all summer isn't something to sniff at. i just can't stand rednecks anymore. i get one more bad look and i'm going to set the next table on fire! just kidding. not really.
of all places i get to work at the three-story restaurant with three bars, an outside club, and 11am-10pm gator pit. yup, a gator pit. it's a regular fucking redneck disneyworld down here. spending most of my summer on the gulf coast in florida was a great idea in theory except that i didn't think about the fact that it was the panhandle and therefore ultimately an extension of alabama.
either way when the majority of your patrons come to your restaurant for the "gator pit" and the other few come on "teen night" at the outside club, you're bound to want to slit your wrists. the only thing keeping me from doing so were the stellar drink specials (and bartenders) and the fact that i can make a lot of money by doing almost nothing besides deal with difficult and quite illiterate people. while yes, some of our menu items were a little tricky, you can still spit out "mother fudburger" instead of "mother fucker" right in front of your 12 year old kid. and "potato appetizers" are in no way pronounced "potato treasures." just fyi.
it's mostly the job that annoys me, being 100 feet from the coast and having a pretty decent tan plus a full bank account all summer isn't something to sniff at. i just can't stand rednecks anymore. i get one more bad look and i'm going to set the next table on fire! just kidding. not really.