my job is almost fun when i involve the party goers in my insanitY. it is totally brain killing if you do noT. walking around with a tray of poison, listing the delicious ingredients, smiling emptily as they take onE. this is the fried poison appetizer, it featured trans-fats and will collect in your colon until you bloat like elviS. the meats in this dish have so many preservatives in them that they are for all intents and purposes, indestructiblE. watch for them coming out of your anuS!
of course i cant say that shiite, but i can talk with en orrible frainche akksent whin eye dayscrabe zee app-eee-tie-zairs, zis ees zee peeg 'en blahnkete, wit zee gray puopon, but of coursE. i get looks and it livens the job up a bit, but not mucH. at least in the waiter world the "traditionally black" roles that would normally go to your morgan freeman's or jamie foxx's are falling in my laP.
another fine feature of this shitty job is the women get dressed up for these things and someone has to notice them so they can feel all prettY. and i may even flirt a biT. which is why you hear phrases like "that creepy old spy looking dude with the fooD" kinda like when roger moore, the pansy 007, was getting geriatric and still was macking with grace jones and kim basingeR. except he was a real (pretend) spy and the girls were well-compensated for kissing his alligator facE. if you pay someone enuf they will do anythinG. i guess i set my prices too low, my disgust still is evident when im "getting all menial" with iT.