Another Day, Another Nickel

Angie Navarro Castillo Composition I Karla Whitehurst another(prenominal) Day, Another Nickel As Im driving on interstate 30 going to work at the restaurant Country F ar, I discern at the beautiful mixture of color in displayed in the sky. Pink, orange, yellow and blue mix all together in a breath victorious sunset in Arkansas. I get off exit 44. The cartridge holder is get closer and I retarding force over on the parking attractor and I see the big sanctify that narrates TA. The time has arrived and directly I fox to work. It may not be the fitting ab protrude exciting place for me to be, but if I want to be able to impart my bills, this is where I command to be.I go by dint of the glass door and I set up hi to the big cats working at tubing right in front of the entrance, wherefore I turn right and qualifying by the strike and my shift 4pm to midnight is formally started. Soon after I measure in I must direct my drawer, which today is just of different coi ns, because it takes me a while to wait it this time. As I am finally mend I start fate customers and taking orders. The place wasnt quite meddle approximately when I first got there, but half(a) an hour later the restaurant is packed. on that point are lots of truck drivers ravenous and anxious to eat and leave.There are no TVs or anything to entertain them, which makes them bored. The dining get on is plain and white with few decorations of canonize Patricks Day hanging around. provided the tables and chairs in the bar are full with customers. I try to help everyone as fast and efficient as possible, the bullshit in the line is working warm as well. He is yelling the waitresses label with every meal when its hold to deliver. Tonight there are just two waitresses on the floor we are both walking back and knocked out(p) trying to get this dinner excite 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 dont displace out of dishes and glasses. I am getting behind, many tables remain dirty and more than customers walk in as concisely as some walk out. The zephyr that once was the background music is now gorgeed with conversations its just blah, blah, and blah. Its however 8 oclock, and I need to catch my breath for a second, I drink some Pepsi cola. While delivering the steak dinner and pasta to table 12, I just get very hungry.By this time I wish I could take a break, but since there are only 2 of us, I cant, flat though I snack on some crackers while cashing out some customers. I run out of one dollar bills, so I ask the manager on concern 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 looks soften and less busy. I feel better because I dont prevail 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 nigh all empty. I have to fill them up and do so with the sweeteners and jellies. Barbara, the burying ground waitress, has arrived, which means its time for me to leave. each I have left to do is bring a bucket with trumpery 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 roach free. The only relief that makes my day is to look at my pocket in my apron and see it full of dollars, reenforcement of my hard work. Therefore I say Another Day, Another Nickel.