Most of the time I dread work.
I dread giving up my weekends, working into the wee hours of the mornings. I dread the pervasive smell of tequila. Dread the sticky sweet smell of butterscotch schnapps and the layer of Baileys that requires skill in pouring (despite the fact that I'm now pretty good at it).
I dread the way my facial muscles hurt as I do my rounds, asking the same people the same annoying question over and over again with my biggest shit-eating smile plastered firmly in place. (seriously, you think you're annoyed?)
I despise my boss and I despise how greed runs the establishment as seen from the exorbitant cover charge - to the even more exorbitant cloakroom fee - to how little we're all paid - to the way half the beer taps don't work...

However, despite all that, I am pretty glad to say that all these things have only brought me closer to my colleges. Not only are they cool people but sometimes it's the little things that get you through the night.

Was sitting at the front door the other evening. Max was hovering around the entrance. He's a bouncer and he's pretty damn huge (like seriously, HUGE. don't mess with this guy). Most of the time he's got this stoic don't-f-with-me face.

Me: Max, where are you from?
Max: I'm Lebanese.
Me: Hmm... okay.
[Silence.]
Me: Hey Max, did your mother feed you like shit loads of spinach as a kid? Is that why you're so tall?
Max: [Laughs]
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