Another Day, Another Nickel

Angie Navarro Castillo Composition I Karla Whitehurst A nonher Day, Another Nickel As Im driving on Interstate 30 going to hightail it at the flowing place Country Fargon, I stare at the splendiferous mixture of colors displayed in the sky. Pink, orange, yellow and blue mixed e really(prenominal)(prenominal) to let downher in a breathtaking sunset in Arkansas. I get off exit 44. The time is getting closer and I pull over on the parking lot and I assemble the big sign that says TA. The time has arrived and now I stick to work. It whitethorn not be the most exciting place for me to be, scarcely if I want to be able to pay my bills, this is where I neediness to be.I go through the glass door and I say hi to the guys work at Subway right in front of the entrance, then I turn right and walk by the buffet and my pitch 4pm to midnight is formally started. Soon after I clock in I essential count my drawer, which today is full of different coins, therefore it takes me a duration to count it this time. As I am finally ready I start fostering customers and taking orders. The place wasnt quite particular when I first got there, but half an hour later the restaurant is packed. There are lots of truck drivers starving and anxious to eat and leave.There are no TVs or anything to entertain them, which makes them bored. The dining path is downright and white with few decorations of Saint Patricks Day hanging around. entirely the tables and chairs in the bar are full with customers. I try to help everyone as fast and efficient as possible, the cook in the rail line is working sonorous as well. He is yelling the waitresses names with every meal when its ready to deliver. Tonight there are save two waitresses on the floor we are both walking spinal column and forth trying to get this dinner rush over with.There are 2 cooks for the buffet and a dish washer guy was not scheduled, consequently the manager is helping with the dishes so we turn int depart out o f dishes and glasses. I am getting behind, many tables remain seamy and more customers walk in as soon as some(a) walk out. The atmosphere that once was the background music is now modify with conversations its just blah, blah, and blah. Its only 8 oclock, and I need to catch my breath for a second, I drink some Pepsi cola. time delivering the steak dinner and pasta to table 12, I just get very hungry.By this time I wish I could take a break, but since there are only 2 of us, I cant, dismantle though I snack on some crackers trance cashing out some customers. I run out of one sawbuck bills, so I ask the manager on duty to get me the cash. When he comes to the dining room, he realizes how busy we are and finally he helps me bussing some tables. Once I got some help the dining room looks better and less busy. I feel better because I dont have to run back and forth as much. When it gets as slow as this, its time for me to do my side work. I have to sweep, mop, and do fill-ups.Ket chup bottles are almost all empty. I have to fill them up and do so with the sweeteners and jellies. Barbara, the graveyard waitress, has arrived, which means its time for me to leave. All I have left to do is cause a bucket with ice and fill up the soda machine. I am now ready to count my register and leave. After the shift is over, the restaurant looks calmer and roach free. The only relief that makes my day is to look at my pocket in my apron and see it full of dollars, reward of my hard work. Therefore I say Another Day, Another Nickel.