Stepped in Line to Walk Amongst the Dead

I kinda always knew I'd end up an ex-waitress.

Wednesday was the last day of my employment at the establishment I am currently working at, and it's a relief. I don't even want to be in the same room as an elderly individual for at least six months. The Greatest Generation has become the Overdeveloped Sense of Entitlement Generation.

...No, I'm not bitter, not at all. Actually, in all seriousness, it wasn't a bad job. Waiting tables burns a person out faster than anything else, though. Very few people would do it if the money wasn't as good as it is.