Slipping in 5 minutes late, high af, with a full large iced coffee and hoping the manager on duty is too busy to notice.
Then you see your best friend is working the same shift, so you run off to gossip and catch up instead of doing the opening side work.
And then you get assigned a shitty section in pre-shift, immediately overreact, making everyone feel uncomfortable.
So you pull your manager aside and make up some sob story about why you need a better section.
And every table is being mad specific and annoying and asking lots of unnecessary question. Testing your patients.
You finally leave their place at 5am and tell yourself 3 hours is plenty of time to sleep! .
Happy Saturdays everyone! May you make to your Sunday football opening shift with a mild to nonexistent hangover!