Personal Narrative: My First Job

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How bad could this be? I thought to myself as I opened the door on the first day of my first job. The restaurant was bigger than I remembered and smelled as if they had just put french fries in the fryer. I was welcomed by a guy named Matt, he was bald and he would crack jokes on how he had just bought a new hair dryer. Then there was Rachel, a brunette with long wavy hair. They were my guides for my first day. I may have been very nervous, but they made it the best day at work. As I was standing by the hostess stand, shaking like a chihuahua wanting to go outside and sweating so bad it felt like I just jumped in the lake, my first customer walked in. I stumbled over my words while asking where they would like to sit. They laughed at me, although I laughed at myself because of how stupid I sounded. Then I finally worked up enough courage to ask “What …show more content…

Just then more and more people came flooding in and I started to feel so nervous and nauseous that I needed to go into the kitchen to wash dishes for awhile. As I walked into the dish area I saw a weird looking machine with tubes and metal poles sticking out everywhere and I saw two sinks. One that had a bunch of plates and bowls in it and one that had six gigantic pots in it. I look over to the machine and I opened it to see a giant rack so big it looked like a person could fit into it. Then I started filling it up with pots first, then the bowls, then the plates. Until the E.T looking machine was full. I then push the button start to watch it come alive and start washing the dishes. Five minutes after I pushed the green button, I started to hear a screeching, beeping sound that indicates that the wash cycle is

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