Well, I am about to go back into the lion's den and face the fiery indignation of my... learned colleagues. Young Thomas will be there this evening I expect, as will the young waitress. Both of them have been under the watchful eye of the tiger (Chairlady Mao) for over a month since the till has been consistently down each evening. I am really not looking forward to what shall undoubtedly an eventful evening in Won's Westwon working for Jackie Chan and co.
Today the gig went as mediocre as always. I mean, I played and sang well enough, but being shut up in that close confined space with the miserable rate of pay (chicken feed, peanuts) really irritates, just slightly.
Even so, I have been offered another gig for a pig-roast and auction for the Rugby club next week. The patroness that evening is the lady with the wonky eye ("wowzie eyes" colloquially) whom is actually the kinder and more benevolent of the "three hesperides" I work for. I will of course have to take the evening off work, which Chairlady Mao is just going to love at such short notice, especially seeing as their is every chance that some staff may be made redundant presently. Life is like a s- sandwich, the more dough you have, the less s- you have to eat.
Well, deep breath, all smiles. Time to wait tables and face the flames of my... learned colleagues.
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