It was my first day at work. I was excited and happy realizing that I had been given permission to take care of a restaurant somewhat.
Today was a quiet evening, one or two people sitting at the tables, happily munching down their food given to them.
I was in the front, waiting patiently for anyone to come in. My boss had loved money ever so much, that it would be a bummer if little people had came in today to buy food.
In the back, where the kitchen was located you could hear sizzling, coming from the grill, even though no one had ordered anything recently. I heard that the cook had a great passion for cooking.
I didn't remember my employees name sadly, because it was my first day working. He's short, and always has a happy and cheerful attitude whenever he comes into the restaurant. The other employees didn't quite enjoy him tho, finding him constantly annoying.
The boss, had loved him in fact. Making every costumer happy, making them want to come again, and again, with his excellent cooking skills. Which meant more money for the boss.
He also loved him due to the fact that he didn't care about how much money he had gotten each check. As long as he had gotten to keep his job, he was okay with almost everything.
