In a few minutes I have to leave for work. Again. Day five of six. I would quite literally murder for some extra time off.
If one more FOH bitch asks me where the dirty glasses go while they are staring at the racks, I just might snap, “What do your eyeballs tell you, sugar cube?”
If Mike does one more inconsiderate thing, I might choke him to death with my bare hands, right there in the middle of the kitchen.
If one more FOH bitch asks me where the dirty glasses go while they are staring at the racks, I just might snap, “What do your eyeballs tell you, sugar cube?”
If Mike does one more inconsiderate thing, I might choke him to death with my bare hands, right there in the middle of the kitchen.