I Really Hate My Job Page #3

I mean,

it's a sh*t kitchen...

[Alice thinking]

Shouldn't have just stopped

when she's on the pier.

It needs

a stronger transition.

I need to rewrite it.

I need--

Why are you doing this?

- What do you mean?

- You don't have to do this.

- I have bills to pay.

- You are an intellectual.

- Yeah, right.

- You are smarter than you

give yourself credit for.

You're just saying that.

Well...

how else am I meant

to communicate?

Suzie, you're

on tables one to seven.

I can do the rest.

Abi, you're doing the bar,

and you can help us out

when we're busy.

[Abi thinking]

Oh, my God, I'm going to die.

And please, g--

guys, we really need

to work as a team tonight,

so no annoying the intercom

or sneaky wine tasting.

[Abi thinking]

I'm going to be 70 in 40 years.

- [salsa music playing]

- [rats squeaking]

[rat feet pattering]

[squeaking continues]

- [phone rings]

- Hello.

I'm sorry.

We're pretty full tonight.

Four?

Um, well, maybe...

Sorry. Could you just

hold the line a moment?

Excellent.

[yells]

Rat.

- Under the table.

- [squeaking]

- Oh, my God, it's huge.

- Beat the f***er to death.

Suzie.

Hey, Donna, how old are you?

- Why?

- Just curious.

I'm 28. Why?

How old are you?

Twenty-six.

Ha.

So were you

actually born Madonna?

Was I born?

You told me you were 28.

Well, no, I figured

you were born.

But were you christened

Madonna or did you borrow

it off someone else?

Oh, sh*t, it's gone.

The question is,

where did it go?

I met someone

who knew you at school.

- [phone beeps]

- Uh, hello.

Sorry about the delay.

How can I help you?

Yes.

- Rats are significant.

- [yelps]

The fact that the worker here

today was burned is significant.

Okay, I know.

You think you know,

but you don't.

We constantly function from

the position of received ideas.

Can I take a name?

You promised Alice

no more bookings.

Danny? What, three?

Could you spell that?

H-U-S-T-O-N?

Lovely. 9:
00.

Can I take

a contact number?

Lovely. Thank you.

Bye-bye.

[beeps]

Who?

Uh, Danny Huston.

As in the actor

Danny Huston?

I didn't ask

what he does, Abi.

Well, did you

speak to him?

- No. It was his P.A.

- How do you know

it was his P.A.?

Uh, she said...

"I am Danny Huston's P.A."

[laughs]

I love Danny Huston.

[Suzie]

What's he been in?

Oh, God, everything,

but, um...

that film where he plays

a producer or something,

um... in Hollywood

and he dies at the end.

You know, that Danny Huston.

Abi, there's a Steve McQueen

who works in my post office.

This Danny Huston might not

be that Danny Huston.

How many post office

workers have P.A.s?

You really like him.

Suze, God, he is like a proper

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