The Girls Who Go to Parties by Jude Warne

Author:Jude Warne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ABDO
Published: 2017-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

“I said egg white omelet, egg whites. Didn’t you hear me? Look at how yellow this is—with my cholesterol? I can’t eat this.”

It was Saturday morning at eleven. I should still have been asleep, but I wasn’t. Instead, I was working my first brunch shift at The Fin. Instead, I was being yelled at by an irate customer.

I had only been working for an hour so far and already I wanted to quit. Which would be a tough trick to pull since I technically wasn’t working there but rather, to use Mom’s phrase, “helping out.” I wasn’t getting paid for this; this was part of my punishment.

I had never realized there were so many ways to order eggs. Restaurant guests had been asking for them every which way since I sat my first table—an elderly couple who wanted over-easy, with rye toast and jam. This, it had turned out, was the simplest order I would receive all morning.

The problem, I discovered, was the speed and volume of waitressing in general. It wasn’t overly difficult to take down people’s orders, no matter how bizarre or off-the-menu they might be. It was, however, difficult to put them into the kitchen, make sure that they came back correct, and make sure you picked up the right orders and brought them to the right people. It was difficult to multi-task and keep track of my tables’ needs. At least I would be getting a workout; I was dripping with sweat and I hadn’t sat down once.

Audra, the senior waitress for brunch shifts, was helping me along. She had been spread thin since Mom and Dad’s favorite waitress walked out, working doubles and triples all over the place. Now, she had to train me. She kept her cool though. By all accounts, she had been doing this for years.

“Can you re-do this as an egg-white cheddar omelet, Tito? Apparently, this woman has to watch her cholesterol,” I said, shoving the breakfast plate onto the steel shelf of the kitchen drop-off window. Tito, the head cook, gave me a look.

“Ms. Rand, if you keep coming back here with corrections, somebody’s gonna be fired. If you write it down the first time, there won’t be mistakes,” he said, grabbing the plate.

“You can call me Kiernan. And I can’t get fired because technically, I don’t work here,” I said.

Tito shot me another look. “Okay then—well, can you try and technically get the orders right, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered heading back over to the main dining area. Just then an out-of-breath Audra slunk by and motioned to me. I came closer so I could hear her.

“A new table of yours, they were just seated. Whenever you’re ready,” she said. I rolled my eyes but thanked her for the heads up. So far, she was my only pal in this place.

I slowly strode over to the new table in question and once I was a foot or two away, I came to an abrupt stop. I knew the people at this table.

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