I love the fact that restaurant decisions are made by people sitting in an office on the east coast, who don't actually work in restaurants, and who just make shit up. Like deciding that our uniform is switching from jeans to black slacks. Why? Oh, who knows why!
Fuck you, corporate monkeys!
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Because in the end, unless you're self employed, we're all working for 'the man'...
Yeah, I know. I just wish "the man" occasionally had a freaking brain cell. Oh wait. "The man" and "brain cell" are mutually exclusive.
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