Ash

A Job

TUESDAY UPDATE

Ash's (POV:)

I stepped out of the building and headed north towards my school. There was a small diner up there. I remember a help wanted sign in the window, so that was my first stop.

For tonight I think I'm just going to sleep in the park. I ate yesterday so I shouldn't need anything today.

I hadn't noticed I had tears streaming down my face until my vision got blurry and I had to clear them from my eyes.

Now isn't the time to break down we'll be ok it's always been like this just me, myself, and I.

I made it to the diner and I stepped in heading straight for the counter.

"Welcome to Diserio's. How may I help you?" The kid at the register said he sounded bored and had no enthusiasm whatsoever.

"Yes I'm here about the Help Wanted sign in the window." I said as polite as I could muster.

He looked up at me questionably, but then he saw my face and turned away quickly. He must have saw the tear stains on my cheeks and my bloodshot eyes but didn't want to intrude.

"Yeah. Just a sec." He walked to the back through some swishing doors and disappeared. I place my bag in a booth and sat down. I tried wiping my face using my shirt, trying to look more presentable. A heavyset man with a hair net on, a greasy yellow tinged white shirt with all kinds of unknown stains, and an apron came out and sat in front of me.

"Um Hi I'm-"He cut me off, and scratched his beard.

"I don't care who you are. Can you wait tables? Not get on my nerves? Work late hours?" He grunted at me.

"Yes, I don't know, yes." I replied.

"Don't aggravate me. JONATHAN GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! You start right now he's going to train you." He pointed back at the blonde that was at the register before.

"Oh um where can I put this?" I said holding up my bag.

"You can put it in the back, and hope you don't get robbed."

I headed through the doors that he walked back into, and found the back room immediately. There was a dirty tile floor with dark spots on the ground in different corners. There was a dirty rough looking couch in the middle of the room and a refrigerator in the corner. I decided to take my 'valuables' out of my bag and hung it on a wall that had hooks on it. I grabbed what looked to be the cleanest apron off a different hook and walked back out to Jonathan at the register.

"Ok so this is the register. You press this to open it and put the money in and you just push it closed afterwards prices will appear here when you press the corresponding menu item mkay?"

"Ok"

"This is a tray that you'll use to deliver people's food to their tables. This is a drink fountain this is a stack of cups I think you get the point. Ice cream for shakes would be in the kitchen, but so is Rich, the guy that interviewed you, so I suggest you pray no one orders a milkshake."

"Ok I got this."

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12 awful hours later I was grabbing my bag off the hook in the back room and making my way towards the doors at the front of the diner.

I had a kid throw an entire cup of mac and cheese and sprite on me today, and I smelled like sweat and grease. I felt disgusting. Not to mention the kids that I knew from school coming in and spilling things on the floor "accidentally". I was going to end up accidentally picking up a kitchen knife and chucking it at someone's head.