TOday I receive my final paycheck from my latest emergency job. I was a back-up dishwasher/kitchen dude for a catering company that operated out of a museum with vangoghs and picassos. I was hired as a bartender and did fine there but they only had me scheduled for one or two nights a week and that was not enough to pay the bills so i pushed my way into the kitchen role and was the oldest dude in the kitchen. That was fine, most days and they did not ask me to do to much. they were pretty lackadasical about where they kept the booze and it was easy to go home drunk and that was fine with me. The liqour room was a long walk with a cart needed to transport the booze to where it would be under lock and key and not just sitting there on the corner like a mormon waiting for a bus in south central. Full of good tidings. SO they sent me home because I tipped over a mop bucket, fully sober, in the middle of a wedding. that really caught someones attention and i didnt argue. i had a water bot