It’s difficult to imagine a more depressing place: a motley collection of light fittings that haven’t been cleaned in years hang from ceiling tiles stained from water leaks.
An odd collection of tables and chairs, some not even broken, host uncollected plastic cups and plates. Unappealing ancient advertisements adorn the walls, while the peeling paint and beeping from the gambling machines all add to the atmosphere. It’s all a bit “provincial fin de siècle Soviet.”
The most depressing thing? Nobody cares. Nobody in management gives a flying *uck.
How the staff stay cheerful and helpful serving in this depressing place is remarkable.
An odd collection of tables and chairs, some not even broken, host uncollected plastic cups and plates. Unappealing ancient advertisements adorn the walls, while the peeling paint and beeping from the gambling machines all add to the atmosphere. It’s all a bit “provincial fin de siècle Soviet.”
The most depressing thing? Nobody cares. Nobody in management gives a flying *uck.
How the staff stay cheerful and helpful serving in this depressing place is remarkable.
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