The End Of East-Brick

More Stressful Than It Looks

After an hour of looking through chef resume's on indeed, Camden closed his laptop and looked out the window where he saw a couple of 10-year-olds playing in a burnt-out car. He had been putting off unpacking his stuff for long enough and got back to opening more brown boxes and taking the contents out. He looked through the books he had brought and felt homesick already. "Oh God", Camden sighed, "Please give me strength for this". He kept unpacking for half an hour before giving up again and looking through more resumes. Camden finally found a suitable male chef named Tiago and sent him an email. "Right, one down", he said, pressing send and then looking at the time. It was 2:30 and Camden knew the kids were probably starving or eating some shit. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Camden put his laptop down, exited his office, locked the door and barrelled down the flight of stairs. There were teens hanging all over the place and he spotted Avril. "Can you gather everybody into the canteen?", he asked and Avril nodded. Camden took a deep breath; this was his opportunity to get the kids on his side. 

Camden went into the canteen and found the cooks laughing and joking around as they took out burnt french fries. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. "Do you guys know how to even cook ramen?", he asked, folding his arms and looking at the cooks. "What are you trying to say?", the female cook asked, taking a knife off the counter. "You guys are done", he said. "You're all fired. I'll pay your two weeks' wages to get off the premises now". The female cook lowered her knife and she looked at her colleagues. "It's not worth it, Janise", he said, "Let's get the fuck out of here". The 4 cooks left and just as Camden binned all the food, one of them lingered. "I will warn you, man", he said, "It's way more stressful than it looks. Welcome to hell". Camden rolled his eyes and sighed; he was ready for the challenge.