So, it seems like working in the hospitality biz is a lot like being on a pirate ship.
You've got your crazy Captain Hook-type boss who roams about in a panic, yelling orders that no one really follows.
And Captain Hook would be nothing without a Mr. Smee.
There's always a Smee - in fact, I met an actual person named Smee during my last hotel stint - no joke.
The rest of us minions/deck hands plot mutiny at least once a week. Usually just before the weekend.
A scary thing in an environment where one has easy access to open flames and all manner of bladed implements.
And, of course, good times or bad, there's always booze : )