Working, working, erry (rest) day I'm working

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Characters: Dahlia, Gino??, other employees and customers
Format: Whatever
This log is: open
Location: A pizza place in town
Summary: This is an open mingling/hanging out post. Want to come eat pizza, talk to the employees, dine and dash? This is the post for you.

Dahlia didn't like this job. She had to be on her feet all day, and the skirt that came with the waitress's uniform was shorter than her school uniform's. At first, the free pizza during her lunch break was nice; but now, after five weeks of working in this place, just the smell was enough to make her gag.

But she kept a smile on her face as she worked. That afternoon, she approached a table of customers, put on her widest grin, and said, "What can I get for you?"

Comments

[trollofthree]

That was assuming he saw this job as anything more than something weird and new to do to occupy an otherwise pretty boring day, with a slight bonus in the form of the paltry pay.

Seeing as how he didn't, he laughed. Predictably. "Apology accepted!"

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She smiled in a semblance of relief. "Thank you. I'll do my best to be less of a bother from now on."

Until that pony arrived later that day.