Some nights I just wish I could leave my nose at home--especially on weekends.
Whenever I get tapped out to go on break, I have to go to the TDR, or Team members Dining Room. We're not allowed, for obvious reasons, to hang out in the bars or even in the sportsbook while on break. The only problem is, you have to run a gauntlet of pretty foul odors to get where you're supposed to be.
The entrance to the 'back of the house' at my casino, where we have to go to get to the the dining room, lockers, HR, uniform counter, etc., is at the confluence of the Italian restaurant, public restrooms, and the oyster bar. So on a busy night, you have to pass through the heady aroma of garlic, ass, and bad snatch every time you go to and from the break room. Oh, and once you're inside the back corridor, it's not over. One also has to walk past the loading dock entrance where all of the dumpsters and garbage mashers are.
What a wonderful smell you've discovered...
Kinda makes you lose the appetite for one of those tasty hotdogs floating around in the meat-swamp they have panned up on the buffet line, doesn't it?
Mikey
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