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  • I'm selling my jackernuts to every Tom, Dick and Harry out there.
    Hours of melting butter, stirring oats, wrapping individual flapjacks.
    Sell, Sell, Sell.

    Baker and Part-time Waitress, I'll have you know.
    Hey, what is a 3 year 2.1class degree for anyway?

    "Is everything ok with your meal?"
    "Can I get you another glass of Wine?"
    "The special today is sea trout"
    Did you know it is incredibly hard to carry a tray of glasses from one side of the room to the other,
    while looking elegant?
    It's hard work, and I was naive to think otherwise.
    Everything has an affect on a good business.
    I hate to miss the standard expected.

    I polish endless glasses and cutlery.
    Here's a note when dining out;
    if you're not using the glasses on the table, then please do not touch them. Do not get your fingerprints all over them becuase it means that
    while you have a lovely meal out, followed by coffee then stroll home,
    flick on the news for a few minutes before brushing your teeth
    and getting into bed with a loved one warmly at your side,
    there will be a team of waiters in a tiny back room, in the wee small hours of the morning,
    watching a dishwasher as it finishes its run,
    and fills the room with steam,
    showcasing dozens of glasses waiting to be hand polished,
    and gleaming for the next set of customers.

    I walk home with the drunks that overflow from the closing pubs.
    "Alright, darling?!" they lear.
    At £6 an hour, am I?!
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