my first post!; the last time i worked in england (autumn 2002)
i worked in a restaurant in bluewater as a waiter, im pretty experienced at this kind of job because
a: im good at sucking up to people for tips and
b: I like looking at all the pretty girls going to the cinema
i was doinmg rreally well and they used to let me run a double section because i was the only decent male waiter there, and was perfectly happy to bust my guts rushing around on a saturday for 12 hours without a break for the guaranteed 150 quid id make out of it, one of the managers was the ultimate drinking partner (and wingman!) and i had a good group of mainly female friends i could occasionally shag, life was good, up until christmas, where i proceeded to use my two days off to get so wrecked i havec absoluterly no recollection ending in waking up the day after boxing day in a bus stop in welling covered in shaving foam.
I was not in good way and as i rolled into work with a big bag of hamburgers and insisted i would not start work until i had consumed ALL TEN.
A female manager i didnt like very much made the mistake of asking me to start fifteen minutes earlier as some staff had failed to show up yet and the restaurant was filling up, and , to this day i have no idea what came over me, i proceeded to stand up and shout, very loudly
"WILL YOU LET ME FINISH MY FUCKING BREAKFAST YOU DIZZY CUNT!" which silenced the entire restaurant and all the other waiting staff stood ther with mouths agape

i lasted about four minutes until the GM came in

i went to live in france after that and now i l run a bar in austria, life is strange
( SickRik float like a camembert sting like a brie, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 13:40, Reply)