Random Scrap:
I prayed for the call to be transferred straight into the kitchen. Unfortunately, it was JC, Michael's brother and now also the floor manager, who picked it up. "So, what happened last night?" he asked and I immediately just started apologising for my "immature behavior". I just kept repeating how sorry I was. He finally got me to Kurt. It didn't look good. Apparently, I was so drunk that at some point I sat down at a table full of customers, looked at them and asked "What's up?". Sal, one of the busboys, somehow made up an excuse that I was a diabetic. I couldn't really move so JC decided that I had to go home. My only luck was that Michael was not in the restaurant that evening and that JC generally liked me. When I showed in the evening "buracho" was probably the nicest thing. That was deserved but the worst was still ahead - I had to speak to JC in person and beg him to keep my job. I apologised again. "I don't want to ever see you with holding a drink". "Does it mean I still have the job?". "Yes. Now go fuck yourself".