It's great not being the boss. All day long I hear all kinds of stupid shit, and because I'm not the boss, it's really not my problem. I get to say, "Sorry. I just work here."
"You don't carry Heineken? Why? Why don't you carry Heineken? How can you NOT carry Heineken?"
"I don't know, baby. I just work here..."
"How much? You guys are charging THAT MUCH for a Belvedere martini? Are you SERIOUS?"
"Honey, I don't set these prices, OK? I just work here..."
"Hi! I'm Blah-Blah-Blah from So-and-So distributors and I have a bunch of garbage I would like you to taste and buy for this restaurant."
"I can't help you with all that, darlin'. I just work here..."
It's not that I'm lazy. It's just that at this particular time in my life, I really can't bring myself to care that the restaurant down the street only charges fifteen bucks for a corkage fee and you think it's ridiculous to have to pay any more than that.
I can assure you, lady, I don't give a flying fuck what the restaurant down the street, in your home-town, or on the motherfucking moon charges. We charge twenty, OK? Deal with it.
Oops. I mean, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I just work here..."
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I miss you.
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