So, I finally quit working at Incanto. The worst job I have ever had. Some of the best food, but staffed by the most uptight, pretentious, cruel people I have ever met. If they turned their spite against each other, it would turn into as much of a blood bath as the kitchen. Blood pudding anybody? I am released from my misery, free to be authentic, happy, and friendly. None of those twerps will ever criticize me for saying "y'all" again. None of those assholes will ever make fun of my striped over-alls splattered with paint again. And, most of all, none of those jerks will ever call me stupid, ever again. THey call the food there "offal" (pronounced awful: brains, stomach, ears, feet, etc.). They should just call the staff awful. I am FREEEEEEE!!!!!!!
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