Today, the restaurant is crowded. There isn't a free place to fill while waiting for take-out, let alone a free table.
I've had to fry without breaks for an hour when the boss walks into the kitchen and directs me to go help in the hall.
«And smile!» he reminds me before passing me a notebook for the orders.
I nod and run in the hall, taking a deep breath before starting to manage part of the tables.
It's difficult to remember everything, so I'm lucky I can write it down. It also becomes difficult to decode what was written in so much hurry, but there aren't many entries in the menu.
In the end, I don't make too many mistakes.
However, I'm looking forward to going back to the kitchen. I have to use my brain, like this, and it's tiring.
«I don't want to serve them,» a waiter whispers to the others. «They're rude, and they make trouble...»
