And every single one of 'em in the kitchen is coming to me for an advance...not one has a nickel to their name, not enough to buy a pack of cigarettes, bottle of vodka, Chef, the 2 assistants, they're penniless. They've been working here, 8, 12 weeks. Every payday it's the same. I raise an eyebrow, ask one of the younger ones if they don't save anything, "Nope", pretty matter-of-fact, it's payday to payday and when the summer's over if they have enough for a bus ticket it'll be off to look for the next job...
A miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...