His local subway staff would miss him bitching about the wrong dressing on his lunch.
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:30, archived)
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:30, archived)
I bet he knows all their first names, and asks them how their weekends were
while they're thinking "fucking hell, our managers make us do small talk to the customers, but this prick's doing it for fun, christ, I hate my job, I wish I hadn't quit uni now".
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:37, archived)
while they're thinking "fucking hell, our managers make us do small talk to the customers, but this prick's doing it for fun, christ, I hate my job, I wish I hadn't quit uni now".
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:37, archived)
They know me as 'the wrap guy' there.
It's nice to be recognised sometimes. Puts a real spring in my step
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:39, archived)
It's nice to be recognised sometimes. Puts a real spring in my step
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:39, archived)
It isn't, I know
But there's just nothing else to eat near the office that of any real (relative) nutritional value, so I go there every day, have a wrap for two quid and it sets me up for the rest of the day.
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:53, archived)
But there's just nothing else to eat near the office that of any real (relative) nutritional value, so I go there every day, have a wrap for two quid and it sets me up for the rest of the day.
( , Sun 20 Nov 2011, 17:53, archived)