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[Mar. 1st, 2009|09:58 pm] |
*is running scandalously late but is, at least, fairly sure that no matter how late she is, Becky will probably be a few minutes later (it's an Unwritten Law)* *is less sure about Esther and her friends' notions of punctuality*
*arrives at Fast Eddy's, dressed up to the nines, with high heels and a short dress, texting Becky to find out if she's here yet* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
*Arrives home from work some time after midnight.*
*Throws her jacket over the back of a chair (there's a time and a place for coat-hangers, and judges that this is not one of them).*
*Paces around and launches into her nightly after-action report for Elemmakil*
What a night. First of all this woman kept sending back her salad because she said her tomatoes were too cold. Yeah. Her tomatoes were too cold. Apparently the concept of keeping salad in the fridge is beyond her ken. Then there was this obnoxious couple who were as nissed as pewts before they even came into the restaurant, I don't even know why they were even let in but guess who had to deal with them? Yeah, muggins because I'm *airquotes* "perky!" I worked my bloody arse off for them and then they only left a quid. A quid! AND I had to deal with this office party that came in, which was a night's work in itself but they tipped well so that's something.
So anyway, what I'm trying to say is that the boss gave me a bottle of wine from the cellar because I worked so hard. You like red, right? |
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