Another Day, Another Nickel

Angie Navarro Castillo Composition I Karla Whitehurst other Day, A nonher Nickel As Im driving on Interstate 30 going to work at the eating assign Country F ar, I stare at the beautiful mixture of colors displayed in the sky. Pink, orange, yellow and blue mixed whole to deposither in a dyspnoeic sunset in Arkansas. I dumbfound off exit 44. The succession is accept closer and I pull over on the parking lot and I see the big sign that says TA. The cartridge holder has arrived and now I be in possession of to work. It whitethorn not be the most evoke place for me to be, simply if I requisite to be able to pay my bills, this is where I need to be.I go through the field glass door and I say hi to the guys working at Subway duty in front of the entrance, then I turn right and laissez passer by the buffet and my shift 4pm to midnight is offici aloney started. before long after I clock in I must count my drawer, which forthwith is full of different coins, therefore it ta kes me a while to count it this time. As I am finally ready I start cooperateing customers and taking orders. The place wasnt quite picky when I first got there, but half an hour later the restaurant is packed. There are lots of truck drivers starving and sickening to eat and leave.There are no TVs or anything to entertain them, which makes them bored. The dining room is field of force and white with few decorations of Saint Patricks Day hanging around. All the tables and chairs in the bar are full with customers. I try to help both star as straightaway and efficient as possible, the cook in the line is working grave as well. He is yelling the waitresses names with every meal when its ready to deliver. this evening there are only deuce waitresses on the floor we are both walking back and forth nerve-wracking to get this dinner rush over with.There are 2 cooks for the buffet and a dish washer guy was not scheduled, consequently the manager is helping with the dishes so we do nt hasten knocked out(p) of dishes and glasses. I am getting behind, legion(predicate) tables remain dirty and more customers walk in as soon as near walk out. The atmosphere that in one case was the background music is now run across up with conversations its just blah, blah, and blah. Its only 8 oclock, and I need to centering my breath for a second, I make whoopie near Pepsi cola. While delivering the steak dinner and pasta to table 12, I just get very hungry.By this time I deprivation I could take a break, but since there are only 2 of us, I cant, even though I snack on many crackers while cashing out some customers. I run out of one dollar bills, so I have a bun in the oven the manager on duty to get me the cash. When he comes to the dining room, he realizes how busy we are and finally he helps me bussing some tables. Once I got some help the dining room flavors better and less(prenominal) busy. I feel better because I dont have to run back and forth as much. When it gets as slow as this, its time for me to do my side work. I have to sweep, mop, and do fill-ups.Ketchup bottles are almost all empty. I have to fill them up and do so with the sweeteners and jellies. Barbara, the graveyard waitress, has arrived, which substance its time for me to leave. All I have left to do is chip in a bucket with ice and fill up the soda machine. I am now ready to count my register and leave. After the shift is over, the restaurant looks calmer and lot free. The only relief that makes my day is to look at my pocket in my apron and see it full of dollars, reward of my hard work. Therefore I say other Day, Another Nickel.