Funny work story from tonight: the power went out today so the show had to be cancelled....but the dishwashing machine couldn't be turned on, so we were all back in this hot-ass kitchen cleaning what we could, throwing away the rest, and emptying those godforsaken bus tubs, the contents of which couldn't be cleaned and just had to sit on a table. Then the manager starts talking about us having to come back later on and finish it all. Me and my brother let the other bastards volunteer to do it, and then when the manager starts talking shit about us "not taking pride in our work" we told him we didn't care. He then said he'd remember that when our boss put us in for a raise.
We left anyway.
In other news, there's about a 50/50 chance I may be in need of a new job soon.