chapter 1 :First day jitters
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Today's the day! My part-time job starts at 5 pm, and I'm feeling like a mix of excited and nervous - aka a hot mess express! College has drained me, but the thought of fulfilling my dreams keeps me going. Time to put on a simple makeup look and pretend I'm a functioning adult. I grab my essentials: keys, helmet, and lip balm.
As I arrive at the Moonlight Dinner restaurant, I'm greeted by a sign that says "push, not pull" -. Luckily, a cute couple saves me from the struggle and opens the door. I swoon, thinking, "Why can't I have a boyfriend like that?" But then I'm all, "Girl, focus! You're a single, independent queen... until love comes along.
The front desk staff, Zen, gives me a warm welcome. I respond with a bright "Hello!" and a forced smile, hoping I didn't forget to brush my teeth this morning. We exchange pleasantries, and I head to the housekeeping department to don my uniform - a fancy black apron with golden borders and silver accents. I admire myself in the mirror, apply some lip balm, and voilà! I'm ready to rock this part-time gig.
But, of course, the ladies nearby are already judging me. I mean, who doesn't love a good dose of side-eye and whispers? It's like they say: "Judgy people exist in every corner of the world... and in the break room."" As I was about to approach the gathering of esteemed guests, I felt a surge of determination wash over me. Pespite being mindful of others' opinions, I was resolute in my focus to excel in my role. A grand assembly of affluent families had congregated, presenting an opportunity for me to showcase my skills.
Just as I was poised to seize this chance, Rosalie, the housekeeping department manager, grasped my arm, halting my progress. Her piercing gaze, accentuated by sharp, bold eyeliner, met mine as she inquired, "Where are you rushing to, Celine? This is your first day, isn't it?" I'm simply trying to ensure our guests receive exceptional service, ma'am," I replied, trying to gauge her concerns. "Exceptional service is not just about
eagerness, Celine," Rosalie countered. "It's about finesse, attentionI mentally visualized myself tossing a pot on her head, with a "ca-ching" sound effect, but I maintained my composure, choosing instead to focus on the distinguished guests. to detail, and a deep understanding of our guests' needs. Let's focus on delivering that, shall we?"
With that, she released her grip on my arm, and I nodded, determination renewed. "Yes, ma'am. I'll make sure to keep that in mind.
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