Reminiscing

I read this story a while back and was reminded of a kitchen I worked in back in my university days. We didn't spit in the food, or anything like that (anathema to any good kitchen staff), but at the same time we didn't like (to put it mildly) being over-worked and under-paid.

If those that have gave half a thought to those that don't, they'd never sleep...

This was the "theme song" of the kitchen I worked in. If these aren't words to live by, I don't know what are...

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!

Motherfucker!