After my job prospects as a line cook fell through, I started lying my way through interviews for different waitstaff jobs. And even though I landed some jobs, I was a disaster in the dining room.
It was my first job as a chef. On one of the busiest nights of the week, the bartender started to tell me how to do my job. I saw red, and then I did the unthinkable.
We went to work together, we left to work together, we went to sleep together, we woke up together. I think the only time that we didn’t see each other was when we closed our eyes.
Everything was going fine until two cops rolled up and asked, “Do you have your permits?” I answered yes, but I didn’t have the permits. I thought it was all over but little did I know that run-in with the law was just what my business needed.
When I was 16, I began working in kitchens with a group of rowdy men who, despite all of their lewd and ridiculous humor, became my brothers. Well, until I lost my virginity to one of them.