Thursday, July 21, 2005

ode to Frankie.

I had a shit day today. Worked about 15 tables my lunch shift and still only made close to sixty in tips. Strangely, I had four tables my night shift and somehow made about as much. And through it all, I had a raging headache. Not the best day of my life. But Frankie - Frankie makes it all better. He's the manager that works the Thursday night shift. Underneath that big meat head exterior, he's a big softy - and best of all, a massive lush who has no clue how to run a restaurant. It's the only night where the kitchen staff gets wasted by nine and little 'ol me gets to have as many apple martini's as her heart desires. yumm....I love Frankie. shouldn't u?


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