I worked for the Devil! 100% fact.
I worked in a restaurant called Pike Lake. It was run by an old man who was dying of liver failure, yet everynight would drink upwards of 10 beers before slapping a waitress on the ass and staggering home.
He would always make up names to call me, because he couldn't remember my name. I worked there for nearly 2 years. I cut myself on a regular basis cleaning and cutting food, I never got over time pay, and he violated countless labour rules.
The day before I quit, I took a golf cart, and did spins in his yard with it in plain view of his wife. With enough speed, you can make a cart get air in a richmans lawn.
I hate that place to the point I made an anti Pike Lake website here
Oh, and I currently work in a Wal-Mart one hour photo. Pah. I can't wait to graduate
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He would always make up names to call me, because he couldn't remember my name. I worked there for nearly 2 years. I cut myself on a regular basis cleaning and cutting food, I never got over time pay, and he violated countless labour rules.
The day before I quit, I took a golf cart, and did spins in his yard with it in plain view of his wife. With enough speed, you can make a cart get air in a richmans lawn.
I hate that place to the point I made an anti Pike Lake website here
Oh, and I currently work in a Wal-Mart one hour photo. Pah. I can't wait to graduate