And Daniel, at work, older fellow (late forties, perhaps?) - always in a suit - well dressed, overdressed even, had owned a few restaurants, sold them - and now was looking for work as a server - worked a few shifts - maybe 5, 6, took a couple of days off, sick, before coming in and working his last shift, quitting.
The stress, I suspect, he looked pretty harried, the staff here - bitchy, bitter cliques, heard a few scathing remarks about his plate carrying abilities, being an owner doesn't mean you can serve, or carry plates, or...
Anyways, he's off. 1 down. Another new girl trying out, pleasant again - but - saw her Friday night, she wasn't seen again on Saturday, this is a fairly frequent thing for them I suspect...
So - while I'll never hold a candle to the lifers here - and why should I? I got a LottoMax ticket - 65 Million will be mine tomorrow, and then you'd all better watch out...