So about 7pm tonight, my boss says "Hey, I've got a hot date a sushi bar in Myrtle Beach, gotta run" and takes off. It was a slow night tonight, so no big deal, just had a few orders. He gets back about 11:30, still drinking, and starts swearing about random crap and generally having a good time (the customers were a little worried at first, but they were all wasted too, so no harm done). We closed, finished cleaning, and started counting out the tips. He pulled me aside, stuck a fiver in my hand and told me I work too hard. I love my job.