“You do know what we’re looking for, right? A waitress.” She asked, giving me a thorough once-over. She scanned me as if she had an eye scanner.
Without a hesitation, I nodded politely.
“Are you sure you are applying for this position? Because to me, you don’t seem to fit the job.”
I secretly swallowed at her remark. Why not? I can proudly say that I am a trusted person… that my loyalty and honesty come first.
After pulling myself together at the waiting shed, I decided to come here right after eating at a fast-food chain. My time is too precious to be wasted thinking about that horrible man named Reese.
The woman in her mid-40s puckered her lips while looking back and forth between my resume and me. I learned from an employee here that she is the manager of this restaurant, so I wen
