by Kate, Jiffy
“Oh, right. Well, it doesn’t seem too complicated, which is good...for me.” I take a quick bite, wincing at the temperature, but not caring, because it’s so damn good. “I think if I focus on the main tasks, keeping them in order—greeting the guests, taking their orders, bringing their food, and then the check—it seems manageable. I just worry about having more than one or two tables at a time and getting things mixed up.”
“It can take a few days to get the hang of things, but don’t worry. No one here wants you to fail. If you fail, then we all fail, and that’s just not good business. We’re all here to help, so don’t be too shy or too proud to ask, alright?”
I nod, taking another bite of gumbo.
Wyatt and I talk a bit more about what’s expected of me before he sends me to see Dixie and get my work schedule. My first real day of work is next Tuesday. It’s such a mixed bag of emotions that I’m feeling—scared, excited, hopeful...anxious. I always have some level of anxiety, but knowing I’m going to be thrown into a new situation with new people only makes it worse...especially when I think of seeing her.
Ania.
For some reason, I still can’t get her out of my head.
I can’t remember what I had for dinner two nights ago, but I can remember her face as plain as day.
