Does Mike have a job?
The answer — a resounding “NO”. He couldn’t hack the high stress world of the hospitality industry. Apparently, a customer called back 20 minutes after ordering her eggs benedict and carafe of OJ and he told her to “f*ck off”. And he was proud to tell me about it. And a couple of weeks later, he was bragging to my brother about how he was going to collect unemployment because his supervisor was doctoring the payroll. What one has to do with the other I have no idea but in the world of Mr. Fruity Nutcake anything makes sense if you wish it so.