OK, so that didn’t last long.

Quit the barback job. Just couldn’t allow myself to be abused in that manner for that amount of money.

I forgot the toxic nature of food service and the allowed vocal abuse. Ok, Mr. sous chef in a crap kitchen, I’m just supposed to take your fucktacular verbal attacks. Yeah, eat my ass through a collander.

P.S. your chiffonade was clumsy and your putanesca was flat. 🙂