You know that girl? Yeah you do, the one taking your steak and ketchup dinner order and bringing you that extra side of ranch dressing you so desperately need? The one who’s face and name most don’t even bother to learn or care to remember. “Um I think her name was Angela, Agnes? She was a blonde, no wait…”
Yeah, that’s me. Like many other college students I make a living as an AppleBee's slave. I’d like to take some time to reflect and share some experiences I have from behind that bbq sauce stained apron.
Well, maybe later. It’s Friday night.
So, here I go, off to work!
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