London, 22, student, waitress.


I’m applying for a second job that’s pretty much the same as the job i already have. Seems i’m cursed with working in french retaurants forever.

There’s something about getting to wear slutty clothes, be slightly rude and pass it off as being “authentically french” in a place full of food porn and people who’ll tip you for flirting that has always suited me.

i’ll justĀ have to accept the only thing i’m good at happens to be minimum wage.