‘Meghan!!! What the fuck?’ Today has been one of those crappy ‘all bad things happen to me’ kind of days. Joe, my boss, screams at me from the frying pit he calls a kitchen, and I stand there in utter disbelief. His voice has the same effect as nails on a chalkboard, and I have to inhale very slowly before moving.

‘Stupid bitch.’ The middle-aged customer mutters at me, and I bite my tongue to stop cussing back at him with a vengeance as I peel plates from my tits and wiggle ...