Arriving at work Julies heart sank even lower, the car pack was absoloutely rammed and inside was no different, she could barely get behind the counter for the amount of people inside, each one either stuffing their faces on the food they had in front of them, staring ravenously at the food in transit to them, or just yelling their orders to the the other staff who had already shown up and were near enough sprinting back and forth to keep them satisfied and fed on time, as she got into the staff room to throw her coat on a hook and lock up her stuff her boss ran into her, not paying attention to where she was going at all, a look of stress personified on her face as she chewed down on a power bar to try and keep her energy levels up.
"Julie, thank goodness you're here, we're rushed off our feet, this is the busiest we've ever been, but people have kinda just stopped ordering from the menu, they've just started throwing money behind the bar and asking for food to be brought to them as soon as possible, it's insane, just go to the kitchen, pick up a plate and take it to table 2, then 3, then 4, you get the idea right? RIGHT?!" Her boss, Shelia Jenkins, frantically yelled at her, the normally calm plump woman looking remarkably stressed and out of character
"sure thing boss, you alright though? you seem a bit pale?" Julie asked,
"i'm fine, i'm just so very fucking hungry and can't grab a minute or a bite to eat for myself" Shelia replied, brushing her shoulder length black hair out of her face as she walked past to get back to the front of the diner and see if she could make some sense of the chaos
Julie walked into the kitchen, her stomach still grumbling and the smells of the cooking food only making her hunger worse, still, she grabbed a plate in each hand and began her shift, finding the entire experience the most busy overworked time of her life, she was a constant motion machine, always moving, ducking in and out of people to get food to each table as each customer continued eating and stuffing themselves, men and women all over the place where eating with such reckless abandon she would of thought it very odd if she'd found time to stand around and think while working. the rest of the servers where in the same position, like a well oiled feeding machine they worked to keep the gluttonous patrons of their diner well fed and happy as waistlines everywhere expanded and trousers began to rip and tear.
Eventually
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