So my wife’s talkin about how she’s gettin her review at work, and I’m thinkin, you know, if I worked at a REAL business, it might be a cool thing to do. Get a review, that is. You get together with your boss, he says, well…you’re doin really good with this, but you need to work on this. That sorta thing. But no, in my 10 years of workin downtown, I’ve never gotten a review. But if I did, this is how it would go.
So, I’ve crunched the numbers, and the Mews made over two dollars last year. Woah!!! Two dollars?!? What are you gonna do with all that extra scratch, bro? I don’t know. Ok, now let’s talk about you, Clint. Great, let’s do it. Well, I counted, and you only had 130 emailed complaints about you last year. Holy shit, dude!! That’s it? I’m killin it. Yeah, I only got two death threats this year, if I didn’t fire you. Only two? Hellz yeah, that’s down from seven.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.