First Day on the Job

I walked in to Pizza Pie Cafe, it didn't seem too bad. Fortunately for me, my friend, who already works there, was assigned to help me and show me the ropes to dishwashing. It wasn't too bad. But after six hours of standing in my own little station with not many to talk to wasn't the best. My legs hurt from standing, and my hands from being burned by hot plates. It was a weekend night, when it was the busiest, and there weren't two dishwasher's scheduled, it was just me. So I got to know the worst of it, which is good, because I got through that, so everything else will be easier. It wasn't too bad, but I thought it wasn't ever going to end. I decided that my "Hell" would be me doing dishes for an eternity, with my legs soar from standing for an infinite amount of time. And the Devil would be pouring in even more dishes while I was crying and begging for forgiveness.
I was one of the last people to leave, which I hate, but that's because I finish the dishes fifteen minutes after everyone else is gone, and then I have to clean my station. I clocked out at 12:20, got home around 12:45.
It wasn't extrememly bad, even though I point out all of the negative things, but it's not way difficult. And a job's a job, I need to do whatever I can to be bringing in the dough. It's fun though, and I get free food.




.:jordan stout:.