Oooh, manager guy’s gettin’ salty. I like him. This is definitely some “late twenties freak-out ‘cuz I haven’t done anything real with my life yet” thing going on with Sal, which is amusing, if you forget that, again, she was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
SAL YOU GOTTA GIVE TWO WEEKS NOTICE!!!!
“Sal works at a space theme restaurant where all her coworkers are Aliens in disguise” is a setting I wish I’d squeezed more out of.
The real-life manager of the Mars 2112 location I worked at was indeed a remarkably short Irishman.
I’m gonna keep tagging Rob, Jeff, and Dylan as “Captain Pluto.” I only got so much time in the day.
A lot of the lore was by the seat of your pants.
Yeah, this was essentially my job for 11 hours a day, in an endless loop. You give a speech, send them off with the made-up space greeting word, rearrange the room a little while the spaceship simulator ride goes, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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