Another Day, Another Nickel

Angie Navarro Castillo Composition I Karla Whitehurst Another Day, Another Nickel As Im driving on Interstate 30 going to work at the restaurant Country Fare, I stare at the beautiful pastiche of colors displayed in the sky. Pink, orange, yellow and blue mixed all together in a breathtaking sunset in Arkansas. I get despatch exit 44. The judgment of conviction is getting closer and I pull over on the parking lot and I see the big sign that advances TA. The time has arrived and now I throw off to work. It may not be the most exciting place for me to be, but if I want to be able to birth my bills, this is where I need to be.I go through the glass door and I say hi to the guys working at Subway right in earlier of the entrance, then I turn right and walk by the buffet and my shift 4pm to midnight is officially started. Soon after I clock in I must count my drawer, which today is full of different coins, therefore it takes me a while to count it this time. As I am finally ready I start cooperateing customers and taking orders. The place wasnt quite busy when I first got there, but half an hour later the restaurant is packed. at that place 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 room is plain and white with a few(prenominal) decorations of Saint Patricks Day hanging around. All the tables and chairs in the bar are full with customers. I try to help everyone as fast and streamlined as possible, the cook in the line is working hard as well. He is yelling the waitresses names with every meal when its ready to deliver. this night there are only two waitresses on the floor we are both walking back and forth trying to get this dinner zip over with.There are 2 cooks for the buffet and a dish washer guy was not scheduled, consequently the jitney is helping with the dishes so we dont run out of dishes and glasses. I am getting behind, many tables remain dir ty and more customers walk in as soon as rough walk out. The atmosphere that once was the background music is now filled with conversations its just blah, blah, and blah. Its only 8 oclock, and I need to sire my breath for a second, I drink some Pepsi cola. While 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, even though I sting on some crackers while cashing out some customers. I run out of one dollar 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.Ketchup bottles are almost all empty. I have to fill them up and do so with the s weeteners and jellies. Barbara, the graveyard waitress, has arrived, which means its time for me to leave. All I have left to do is bring 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 lap 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.