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Ah, so I have become fully integrated in the... system... today. Yep, got a job. I'm only doing it so I can be dependant on Chez Jose Restraunt for my life's earnings, instead of my parents, thus perhaps giving me a jump start in leaving the nest. Oh, and tattoo money. I'm a bus boy at the one over on Broadway. It's kind of like being in walking club, only you 1) get paid and 2) carry pitchers, rags, salsa, and other Hispanic food-oriented items. My feet are quite achey, I'd fancy a foot massage.
The first day was relatively uneventful. The only thing I distinctly remember about it was this group of yuppies who didn't want to leave a tip and said "Tip, shmip" on their way out. I really find this expression to be painfully obnoxious, especially when it involves less money goign into your pocket.
My boss has a beard that is shaped precisely like an isoscles triangle. You should all come visit me; I'd make sure not to put too much ice in your soda.
The first day was relatively uneventful. The only thing I distinctly remember about it was this group of yuppies who didn't want to leave a tip and said "Tip, shmip" on their way out. I really find this expression to be painfully obnoxious, especially when it involves less money goign into your pocket.
My boss has a beard that is shaped precisely like an isoscles triangle. You should all come visit me; I'd make sure not to put too much ice in your soda.