Eurgh, a lad at work gave me the biggest ICK yesterday.
I run a big, popular restaurant and obvs yesterday (mother’s day) was hospitality hell. I did 12 hours non stop, gross, anyway, obvs legally can’t make the staff do that so I allocated them all a break at various times with a member of staff to cover the section of whoever’s on their break. The girl on breaks cover keeps me updated with who’s where just so I know, she comes up and says “will is on break now”.
now then dear ick feelers, Will is a nice lad, he does an okay ish job on the bar, he can pour a pint, he’s early twenties, bit scrawny, bit geeky but a nice kid. The other important part of this story is there is a uniform, a branded T-shirt and branded little leather apron for service (this isn’t an ick, they look quite cool!) . I run into the kitchen with about 15 plates to clear, and poor will is getting ready to go on break, he’s clearly knotted his apron too tight and had to shimmy it down his thighs and step out of it. Like a toddler. Honestly, if i had proper grounds, I’d have sacked him. ICK.