Greg wasn't going to admit it, but it was possible Harry's words were actually true. When he'd taken the job he'd thought he'd be mostly moving things around, perhaps beefing up the security, not actually serving customers all day. He might have to ask Pansy for tip, she always got along with everyone she wanted to.
"It's a job," he pointed out. "It's not supposed to be fun." Not that he'd ever had a real job before, but he was pretty sure the only people who actually enjoyed 'work' were professional quidditch players like Marcus. Greg had been good at ridding old properties of dark magic but he hadn't enjoyed it any more than he'd enjoyed school.