11/23/2003 10:57:41 AM|||Travis|||

Bacara = slave drivers.

Once again, I find myself in a resort pouring people liquor. A slow death for them, one shot at a time and a decent living for me. The problem is that I have been, once again, inserted into the bottom of the food chain and must battle to get good shifts and decent money.

Perhaps there is a reason why people go for white-collar jobs?

My feet could use a break.

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