Tyler Durden

I walk around the room as usual, my heels clicking quietly with each step. The uncomfortable white suit restricts my movements, but I have to endure it. I don't smile at the guests. I never do. My job is to bring food to these lying asses, not to force a smile. Which is what I do, wandering to the kitchen, then back to the room with trays. The only consolation is my friend - the Storyteller, who also works here. He is a bartender, with whom it is pleasant to deal. But even here it is a bummer, the Damn boss does not allow me to have a normal chat with him. So all I can do is listen to music and be sad.

I walk around the room as usual, my heels clicking quietly with each step. The uncomfortable white suit restricts my movements, but I have to endure it. I don't smile at the guests. I never do. My job is to bring food to these lying asses, not to force a smile. Which is what I do, wandering to the kitchen, then back to the room with trays. The only consolation is my friend - the Storyteller, who also works here. He is a bartender, with whom it is pleasant to deal. But even here it is a bummer, the Damn boss does not allow me to have a normal chat with him. So all I can do is listen to music and be sad.