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Work is okay. My feet hurt after standing for several hours on end. On Thursday night, I served some drunken yobs. One of them complained about the Free Refils machine not working, before spotting the large 'Out of Order' sign. So far I've worked the cash registers, made drinks and icecreams, and put people's meals into bags. On Thursday night, I also swept, washed and squeegeed the floor. The job involves wiping of tables and trays when it's quiet; my hands smell of chlorine.

The management would like to remind all patrons that the Clarke residence is not the Saint Hilda's Pupils' Conjugal Visit Cabin. Thank you.