So clearly, Santa Cruz just can't handle our talents. We're much too much for this town, it's time to expand our horizons. And that expansion is realized in the form of the Highway 17 Express which will take us to the promised land: San Jose, CA. Five dollars to get to downtown San Jose, not too bad. Oh wait but that's ten dollars a day... Alright. Well, we'll only have to do this a few times. No big deal. We'll be living there soon anyway. Oh yeah, this is where we needed to be. We're gonna get jobs in no time. We're gonna be offered too many jobs, we're gonna have to turn jobs DOWN! Jobs for days. Bring it on. Pizza place, coffee place, sushi place, beer place, burger place, five star place, two star place, bagel place, Italian place, Mexican place, Asian place, Asian place, Asian place, Indian Pace, Moroccan place. Moroccan place....? What? Oh, you want to hire all of us? Niiiiiiice. In the bag. Yeah, that was almost too easy. You want us to memorize this? Yeah, of course, let me see it. ...Three pages? This seems a little excessive but it's cool, we all have jobs. So you're saying you want this absolutely verbatim, not just as a general outline? Doesn't that make it sound just a little... rehearsed? Skeptical. But you're the boss... Okay, got the script down. Start with bussing? No problemO. You want me to buss for a month before I can move on it training? Are you sure it takes that long to learn how to pick up plates? So, about tips when I DO get the privilege of moving on to server... Tips go to the "house"? What does that even mean?
*1 shift later* This is not going to fucking work out.
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