Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
Don't order a medium well sirloin and then glare at me when it doesn't appear in five minutes. It doesn't come off the cow that way you know. Not even if you waited five minutes to be sat. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile