As far as I know they're still married, and she isn't loaded or anything, so there must be some genuine affection there. Different strokes for different folks, after all.
She was one of the customers I actually looked forward to seeing. Not that she had a shining personality or anything, but that she always came into that bar with a color theme. She had hundreds of fake colored daisies she would put into her hair, some days it would be red, some days it would be orange... I mean she looked a fucking mess but at least she had personality.
>I'm totally aware this has derailed into a story thread instead of a question thread.
Let me answer my own questions about a few of the places I worked at, I realize how faggoty it is, but hey. We aren't exactly upstanding human beings in this thread, now, are we?
>Why don't I want to work at Cracker Barrel?
Sincerely, new employees are treated like dogshit. And if you only want to work, say, a couple months out of the year, you're screwed. It's not worth the time or the money unless you live next door to a Cracker Barrel. I was a waitress there, and I hear the cooks have it differently, but it's pretty much all bullshit. You have about three tables during rush hour, and no one makes any money unless they're there for 10 hours.
They have no problem keeping wait staff on the clock for $2 an hour rolling buckets of silverware until 2 in the morning. You can't do any side work until you are taken off the floor. They actually will give you a demerit for stocking sugar/salt/pepper, rolling silverware, sweeping, etc.. If you have tables.
Their process is outdated and bullshit. The wait staff is not supposed to communicate with the kitchen staff at ALL. There's supposed to be a QA there to handle the in-between, because, you know... It's so much easier for me to tell someone to tell the cook than for me to just tell them. If you need syrup for fucking pancakes you have to go through the QA.
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