I headed to the diner the next day, and Sarah didn't come in, which was normal. She typically had that day off since she only worked five days a week and never worked weekends. It was a Saturday. I completed my shift and left early, feeling a bit nervous about my upcoming new job coming up at the nightclub.
I've never waitressed before. It was my first time at the diner, and now I have to do it at the nightclub. I didn't know if I could handle it, but I knew I had to try.
Sarah told me they had uniforms, so I just needed to wear jeans or a T-shirt—something comfortable—and change when I got to the nightclub. It usually opened at 10, but since it was my first time and there was training and details to go over, I had to be there at 7.
I struggled with myself, debating whether to call Sa
