My time at the pub in London was definately a mixed one. Some days were great - we'd laugh and joke with and about the customers, things would go right, the manager was in a good mood, we'd go out after cleaning was over, and sometimes we'd even manage to get into a club for free. Other days were shite. The customers were rude (one girl once commented that the job would be perfect except for the customers), things would go very very wrong, the manager would be in a bad mood, and we'd get told off for going out late and making too much noise when we came back (once the manager set off the fire alarm at some un-godly hour after a night out. But I didnt hear it though and no one came
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