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harry

The stupid alarm sounded right at 7:00 am. I knew it was time for me to wake up but last night I just felt so restless and I ended up barely getting any sleep, and this morning I have a headache. A fucking massive one. I took an Advil and sucked it up. I didn't shudder as I left the cold bed because my body had gotten used to being cold all the time. I grabbed my towel and headed towards the bathroom. I knew I needed to leave by 7:45 if I wanted to make it on time but my body wasn't complying and kept moving at it's incredibly slow pace. As I looked in the mirror my hair was insane. Today is definitely going to be a beanie day because I don't think I'll ever have enough time to deal with the curls flopping on my head.

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I reached the coffee shop just in time. I parked my car in the employee lot, and began walking towards the front door. Once I got inside I noticed a few people cleaning, getting the tables ready for the huge wave of hungry people that were going to come in for an early meal. I looked at my surroundings before noticing a door in the back with a glass window that had the word 'office' engraved into it. I began walking in that direction remembering it was where Selena told me to go to pick up my uniform and schedule. After I lightly knocked on the door someone called out for me to come in so I opened the door and allowed myself inside. There was an older woman sitting behind a large cherry wooden desk wearing the same uniform everyone outside had on but it had a different print.

"Hello, you must be Harry." She said, kindly smiling while nodding her head at me. I quickly sat down in front of her and observed the room. There was a large book shelf completely covering the wall behind her and it was filled with different types of cook books from top to bottom, the walls were painted darkly and the floor was carpeted.

"Hi, yes I'm Harry." I said with assurance. She wasn't intimidating at all but I wanted to make a good impression on the owner of the shop.

"You can call me Bobbi. Well Harry let's just get to it, here are both of your uniforms," She said while pulling out a large black bag from under her desk. "The full apron is for when you work behind the bakery counter or in the kitchen and the half one is for when you are working on the floor." She explained. "This is your schedule, it basically shows you what days your working and what time on those days and if your working behind the counter or if your working on the floor."

"Alright but is there anything else I need to know before I start?"

"One more thing." She smiled. "Every employee has to go through at least a month and a half of training before they can get some of their own authority. Once you've finished all your training then you have more say in what days you work and how many hours each day, but at the end of the week you need to have at least 35 hours. It may sound like a lot but I can promise you pay is well."

"That sounds great thanks." I shake her hand and begin to make my way out of the office.

"Wait, Harry." She calls out. "Your training begins today so Selena will see you in the kitchen after you get dressed."

"Ok thank you again." I say once more and then make my way to the employees lounge to put my stuff in my new locker. I head to the bathroom and put the full length apron on over my clothes. When I walk it feels odd to have the fabric placed over all my clothing but I'll have to deal with it.

When I make my way into the kitchen I see Selena making a batter of some sort. The whole area surrounding her is in a complete mess. She lets out a frustrated gruff and places her hands onto the edge of the counter, resting her head down and slowly closing her eyes while trying to attempt and even out her breathing. I wonder what's got her so worked up. She has her hair pulled up but a few strands are flying freely around her face, her apron is covered with flour and so is the space above her right eyebrow. Her face is pulled in tight as gathers herself and re-tries to manage whatever is in the big mixing bowl. Growing frustrated once again she let's out another huff and punches the batter held inside the bowl repeatedly. She looks ridiculous. I try my best to stifle my laughs but my efforts weren't good enough as she turns around to look at me with a scowl on her face.