aye aye, cap'n

SCENE

The Manager sits in the downstairs part of The Restaurant after the lunch shift going over the daily paperwork, while Gina comes down the stairs sipping on her shift drink of white wine.

Gina: Hey Manager, try this. It's verdicchio . . . I think it might be, like, a little oxidized or something.
Manager: Yeeeeah, it's kind of okay, but not really. Tell the bartender I said you could have another shift drink.
Gina [already half-way to the stairs]: Okay!
Manager: Well, I mean chug that one first and then go tell the bartender I said you could have another shift drink.
Gina: Now see, this is why I love this job. Oh, uh, well not the only reason of course, but one of many . . . you know . . . [runs up the stairs to procure a glass of pilsner.]

END SCENE

Really, my job still rocks. After many, many, maaaaany different jobs, I've come to learn that if work doesn't suck after the initial excitement or, at least, novelty wears off somewhere around the one month mark, the job is a good one.