Savage Kitchen (Don't Give Up Your Day Job)

Dear Diary,

It finally happened, the inevitable, it had to. Last market day I asked for a pay rise from minimum wage for playing music at the lefty café, the boss said I would not be paid any more, so I accepted this, then played the gig, and walked out without accepting the money owed to me. Yesterday things reached fever pitch in the Savage Kitchen (Hades) and Collin the chef kept shouting at me, all day. Dolor too. I threw in the towel at about eight Post-Meridian.

I must work so as to not dishonour my parents, so the place opposite has been hiring (another café) so I am going to toddle down there this afternoon with Mr. Barker, my passport, C.V. with the application form filled out (along with my Certificate in H.E.) and try and get a gig there. In any case, all is well, and I feel, liberated.

Wolfae threatened to leave all day, then stayed. Kudos to her, but after nine-months of hell on earth (as it is known around here) for me at least, this is the very moribund of Savage Kitchen.

Essentially, Collin's missus once blurted out that she hadn't had an orgasm in over three years, when they were bickering, when she used to work there. A few weeks later, he discovered she is cheating on him. About three days ago it seems that he admitted rowing with her a lot, when drunk. (He, shall we say, like my evil twin brother, "does not give women the proper respect they deserve"). The man is a bully, a boy, and a coward. Dolor is no better. He mock punched me in the kitchen, after I had offended him, the other day (he didn't speak to me for a couple of days after that). They are both beer-lad bruisers, barbarians, short-fused hard-wired chef types whom enjoy brawling, especially with burds.

Anyway, I wanted to ask the big boss (Jenny) if I could get a P60 for my OU module finance applications, two days ago. Her response was, "You don't want f- money again do you?" (I work extremely hard for my wages, nine hours a day). When I said to her calmly yesterday, "May I have a word?". "Make it quick." "They are shouting at me continuously, being really very nasty. I am tendering my resignation, immediately." She replied, "I'll talk to you about it later!" (She wasn't even listening). About ten minutes later, after more being shouted at by the in-bred wife-beater and the brawler, I simply said, "Goodbye", and left.