“So what happens on kitchen crew?” I ask Angelo, as I dump mushy cornflakes into the trash can. “Molloy said it’s the shittiest job, but that was about it.”
“Well, it doesn’t come with the same perks as kitchen help, that’s for sure. Basically, we clean up whatever mess they make. I mean, if this place made any sense, then bathroom cleanup would be the shittiest job going, but they don’t have Ms. Tammy inspecting their work three times a day. No one ever bothers to inspect their work. That ain’t how it goes for kitchen crew, though.”
“Sounds great,” I mumble. “I guess I’d better get back to the kitchen.”
“I’m right behind you,” he says. “I’m gonna round up the rest of the crew.”
I nod and hurry across the dining hall toward the kitchen door. When I enter, I’m met with a sight that stop
