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Post by mari on May 24, 2008 15:02:46 GMT -5
[[x]] It had only been about a week since Pixie had begun to work at the Surf Shack - it was nothing different, nothing unusual, and she wasn't complaining. She'd been in the waitressing 'industry' since she was fifteen. She was used to giving customers encouraging smiles when they took ten minutes to order some french fries; or to give recommendations on what five year olds would like when she'd never actually eaten anything on the menu. In a way, all the familiarity was comforting, and she relished it. Now the pay wasn't the best, but she got by with it, and it did pay a little better than her job back in California had. Just a little bit above minimum wage at seven days a week, now a lot of people couldn't handle that, but Pixie had to. She'd never gone to college, and so she couldn't exactly do a lot of other things. And she was no where near desperate enough to take her clothes off for money. So here she was, waiting on the most annoying people she had ever met, but she wouldn't complain. Hey, it put food on her table, and clothes on her back. Who was she to complain? "Miss? Miss?" A nasally voice interrupted her thoughts, "Huh? Oh! Sorry, what would you like sir?" She asked, her voice reeking of her weariness. Giving him his order of two hot dogs, she took his pay and added it to the total for the day, hoping that it would get much, much larger. Since her tips were taken from the day's profits, it wasn't looking like much; and that definitely blackened her mood.
[[x]] So far she was the only waitress - or waiter - here, and she could take that in a positive or negative way. On one hand, that meant that the pay on this side didn't have to be divided, and that was always good. But on the other hand, that meant that she had a lot of work, a lot of orders to fill, and that sometimes meant people were standing around waiting while she turned the hot dogs in the little grill. It could add up to a lot sometimes, but atleast she wasn't lonely, completely. There were the shopworkers, one of which she didn't know very well, the other, well...she;d known Nathan all her life. They'd been friends since first grade - well half of first grade, anyway. They'd grown up together. But after high school, after losing touch, well...Now Pixie didn't exactly know what to say to him, if he had changed so much that she wouldn't even know what to expect. It was a little awkward, like rediscovering someone all over again, but she was pretty sure she could handle it.
[[x]] Today was a relatively slow day, compared to others. There was still business - plenty of business, but all in all she was sitting, flipping through a magazine through most of the day. But she was utterly bored, craving company like nobody's business, and she'd read Us three times over. And so, customer after customer, she sat twiddling her thumbs, watching her clock anxiously as beads of perspiration clung to her forehead in the blazing, humid weather. This was one downside of living in Hawaii, working on the beach, but not in the water or inside a real building. Yeah, today was not the greatest of days.
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