I joke and complain about the frustrations of my job, but I'd like to tell a true story about my dedication.
I became best friends with a group of employees over the summer.
We rented a cabin and got trashed.
3 of us were like, we should get tattoos with [insert restaurant (#1) name here].
I guess people say dumb things when they're drunk.
We're just the ones who go through with it while sober.
So yes, I (along with two other co-workers, both don't work there anymore) got a tattoo.
It's a simple design, a star with swirls around it, three letters on the inside of the star.
The letters are the initials of the restaurant I work at.
And where is this lovely scar?
It's on my b-u-t-t, my friend.
I just wanted to share that.
I'm devoted.
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LOL!
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