Serving You…

The smell of a server after a long days work is enough to scare pretty much anyone away. We all know how it works. We go into work, shirt just washed and maybe pressed depending on employers, knowing full well that more than likely when we leave this place we will be covered in head to toe in oils, and sauces and random pieces of food (or what was left), and just the very thought of it makes our nose tickle with the awful smell of work. We go home often wondering if we are going to have to buy another shirt because the one we bought just the other day is possibly ruined. I hate getting in my car after a long days work, because I’m afraid the smell will never leave my vehicle. When I get home, I’ve gotten so used to the horrid smell, that when I set my clothes down in my room and come back from my shower, it smells like I have just walked into work, ready for a new shift. I say, FORGET THAT BUSINESS! I cannot stand smelling like all the nasty crap that covers me daily. Lately, I’ve been trying to stay as clean as possible, and when I get covered in some kind of thing made to go inside of me, I clean it off as soon as I can. While maturing in the food industry, I quickly learned that club soda does a nice job of preventing clothing from staining. Maybe I should just go into work naked? That would either solve all my problems, or just multiply them exponentially.

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