Used to Work in A Cafe
North Wales Tourist Attraction, not saying which one, but it rhymes with Melsh Fountain Poo.

Anyway, over the course of a summer, this is what I know happened:

The boss at the time hired ppl based on looks (before you ask, I was already there), ended up rogering one of the skanks he hired from Rhyl. She had pubic lice. At the end of the summer, 10 of the staff there had them too.

Useless cunt workshy spent the whole day getting stoned and telling people to fuck off. Including his 4 year old daughter. That's if we see him. Usually he'd come in for an hour, talk about his x-box, slag off his daughter, smoke a joint, then went home.

Joint smoking was a theme, with regular fag breaks replaced with joint breaks.

Staff member wanking in the mash potato, and pissing in the fanta.

chicken nugget fights at midday, when everybody was there.

Throwing of food to the tigers, one of which choked on a chicken bone and died.

Somebody found a used condom in the soup

Now, I'm not trying to paint me out as a saint (I wasn't), but that was too far. Usually it was just four of us running the cafe on our own when there should be 6.

Luckily, that was around mid 90's, boss got fired, myself, brother and two other relatively normal people kept our jobs, everybody else was sacked. The girl in charge now is awesome, and actually does a decent job of running it (though I've left now)

Fucking hated it.
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 10:50, Reply)