It was a slow night at work last week, I was behind the bar/kitchen folding serviettes and talking to one of the chefs.
"My God" Complained Mic "I hate it when it's slow like this, there's no point in being here."
"At least your getting paid, and you aren't really having to work for it" I reminded him.
"Yeah but I have other stuff I could be doing, sitting here is a waste of my time."
"Funny, that's how I used to feel about highschool." I told him
The somewhere behind me I heard another waiter snort loudly.
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