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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Sorry, we don't do crisps

Had a trial for a barman's job in Soho last night. Pretty relaxed place and OK tips. Didn't screw up too badly although when I cashed up, my till said I was £145 down. And all I thought I'd done was lose 10p on the floor...
Normally anything over £1.50 we have to pay for ourselves.
Got asked to come back Friday.
Posted by Rob at 9:33 am
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