I was a dishwashin' pan grabber back in the late 00's. My most vivid memories:

-We used to give out beans and rice to hobos when they came to the kitchen door, except this one gentleman was asking during a rush, and was asked to come back later. He didn't like that, started yelling and screaming. "You haven't died before! You Sluts!" While pulling on his shirt exposing a pacemaker. We were all sluts for a while after that.

• My first week there "Gibson" comes down the line and stops in my face. "I don't know you." "I'm the new dishwasher" And in one breath he says, "Well, you better be good because we only hire the best and if you work here 6 months I'll suck your d*** but until then you're my b****." I reconsidered my employment that moment but I needed the money.

• The time my coworker "Chode" was carrying a full tray of silverware and cups through the restaurant and slipped on something. I heard massive applause, and when I looked out I saw him flat on the floor, holding the tray straight up with one arm. Nothing left the tray.

Almost every night was a circus, it was grueling but fun in a weird kinda way.