Nothing feels better than being a server to all the lesbians. They tip better than the best tip I've ever had. Wink, bitch.
One Ariana Grande song getting stuck in my head post-work is one too many Ariana Grande songs getting stuck in my head at all.
"Have you ever felt numb with contempt?" ..was my moment to shine who I truly am, even for just a moment. I am the nefarious one.
I will not regret playing favorites between coworkers. I like the ones who bare their teeth.
But I give a half more shit when the kitchen staff gets pissed off.
I might be sorry about the server-complex that I am starting to develop. Still more sorry about the lactose intolerance that I have certainly developed.
Maybe we can't be friends. I'd feel too bad.
