It was a suck job, but at least I never hired a fatty. While you are all still here I thought I'd reminisce about my mission to work in a fat free enviroment. Before Covid-19 I was managing a restaurant for a fer years and it was a tiring and thankless job, but the absolute best perk was having control of who I worked with. Fat people would apply, surprise surprise they like food, and if they applied in person the resume would soon find itself in the recycling bin. I didn't trash it because it wasn't the papers fault, hopefully it would be pulped and formed again to be a document of use to a human, or at least liner in a bird cage. it deserved more dignity than to be used for hamplannet to be able to buy more food. Sometimes I would get stuck with an in person interview if they applied on line and those were the worst. Here I am sitting across from someone I know is lazy, makes poor decisions, and has no self discipline. Fuuuck going through a few questions as fast as I you can in that situation is so infuriating. Like do you know how much other shit I have to do right now fatass? wasting my time with you is making my day longer. When I came on there was a fair amount of Buttergolums working. And they were the slowest laziest most incompetent servers and cooks I had. (and they were always fucking late) I unfortunately was not able to get rid of all of them, a couple where there for 35+ years, friends with my boss and weren't going anywhere, but the others ended up leaving for various reasons. I don't know what the previous manager was doing, he was also very fat, but when I insisted people actually did their job in the company allotted time to do it and show up for their fucking shift on time for some reason only the skinny and in shape people could manage to do it.  A planet left for health reasons, many left to find easier work, and admittedly working in a restaurant is hard work but we payed very well on top of tips, and for some reason when it was all said and done the place ran smoother than it had ever before: Orders were coming up faster, food was brought out quickly and tables were turned, injuries from falling and bumping into stuff was down, employees were out half hour after closing like they were supposed to be and not eating up hours of overtime, and somehow the place was cleaner still ! I absolutely hated the job, but was really happy with how I left the place. Like everything in life there was a few fats hanging around and everyone else had to work a bit harder to cover for them, But I tried to make a difference.