problem box

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❆ the owners of beefalo put up a 'problem box' on the wall at work, for staff to anonymously voice their complaints and suggestions regarding the running of the restaurant. i was the first to slip in a problem note, my problem being that the instructions on the problem box should also be in english.
everybody began planning their piss-takes.
tjabu, one of the chefs, told me he was going to write all his problems in english so that the owners think they're written by me. he also told me he was going to make a complaint about there being a non-swedish speaking waitress so i told him i was going to complain about his daily sexual harassment and requests to squeeze my boobs etc.
jerry put in a complaint about each staff member: that jesper is cocky, that emil looks like a gay boy-band member, that tobbe has fucked up teeth, that angelica's boobs are too small, that cavalli is a red headed midget, that daffy is an onion and of course that jerry is sweet and charming and very good with guests.
they took down the problem box to review the comments and i don't think it'll go back up...
last night after work we all went out for drinks at wersens. although i vowed to not have any shots, to avoid getting shit-faced like last week, its just impossible to combat peer pressure... we had a really good night though, topped off by a visit to the kebab shop. why is it that kebabs (or falafel rolls in my case) are so internationally popular as the perfect drunken late night food..?!