Do it for the kids

Jake, my dear friend who is a lunchlady, the gistsmith understands why you are upset.

High school kids are animals, and just when you thought you had a little time to breath non-school-food-permeated air, a wild herd of them stampeded into what was formerly a serene meadow of multicolored cafeteria seats. This happened because our school district's resident logistical experts accidentally gave you a break at the same time the pack goes out to feed. Then you were expected to swiftly man your post behind the stainless steel counter just as your colleagues around you did, despite the fact you were all off the clock.

I sympathize with your feelings of, "Fuck that, man, I'm not on the clock!" But the next time something like this happens, i'd like for you to buckle down and focus on just one thing: Do it for the kids!

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Other topics of tonight's conversations: what do you call a baby lobster - search results for "what do you call a baby lobster?" - women - the proper way to act out a power fist while listening to 80s metal (it's contextual) - songs that are in our hearts (What's Up, anyone!?) - kickin ass at 9-ball.