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You know how you know you've finally truly given in to the sadistic whims of your island overlords? You get a job. I liked to believe I still had enough fight in me to give Tabula Rasa the collective finger, but even I had come to recognize that I was railing against someone who absolutely did not give a shit. I was fighting a brick wall.
About a month I'd been slinging drinks at the Hub, and I was still firmly ungrateful for it despite that it gave me something to do. I hadn't even been grateful for the similar job I'd had back home, and that one had actually paid me. I never should have been working in the service industry, but people just kept offering me positions doing it. The good news was that here I was less likely to accidentally kill the customers by salting their margarita glasses.
Handtowel draped over one shoulder, I ignored the Pixies blasting from the karaoke machine and braced both hands on the bar top.
"Are you going to order or what?"
[OOC: Come order a drink from a surly bastard, he's not as bad as he seems. Open to new threads through 27 November.]
About a month I'd been slinging drinks at the Hub, and I was still firmly ungrateful for it despite that it gave me something to do. I hadn't even been grateful for the similar job I'd had back home, and that one had actually paid me. I never should have been working in the service industry, but people just kept offering me positions doing it. The good news was that here I was less likely to accidentally kill the customers by salting their margarita glasses.
Handtowel draped over one shoulder, I ignored the Pixies blasting from the karaoke machine and braced both hands on the bar top.
"Are you going to order or what?"
[OOC: Come order a drink from a surly bastard, he's not as bad as he seems. Open to new threads through 27 November.]