my chat is back. thank fucking christ. i was worried. the last few days at work i've been sticking my foot in my mouth every time i have to serve people. every joke, flat, every order taken, without personality, every customer left with a taste of mediocrity in their souls. tragic. only thing more tragic is the awful tips i've been earning. this could be partially to blame on my newly cut microhawk w/ handlebar stache + sideburns, but i know that's a lie. looking good and clean and swish is useful, but it all comes down to the chat.

and mine is back.

seriously, when you've got the chat, it is like taking candy from babies.

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i love my job.