Where to even fucken start, ugh. These past few months have been a whirlwind. And when the wind hits you try your best to keep your head down.
Except we’re too fucken good (and proud of it!) to keep our head down. This has the unfortunate effect of leaving our neck exposed.
But if our head rolls, so will the owner of the restaurant we work at.
We’re the sharp end of the stick. We’re the one cancelling the apocalypse on a regular basis.