James walked in the restaurant saturday morning. He wasn't happy. HIs parents had made him get a real job. He hated work, homework, chores, bascially anything that involved effort. He sighed as he pushed the door open. The smell of food was actually quite appetizing. This place was called Bayer's. James had never been here before, so he was surprised when his stomach growled a little. He took a big whiff taking in all the delicious smells, vanilla, burgers, cheese, it made his stomach growl even more. He should've had a better breakfast. He walked towards the cash register. The cashier had a friendly look on her face, "Hi, how may I help you?"

"Hey, I'm not here to order, but I applied for a job here and the manager told me to come in today."

"Okay, I'll go get him." She said. James looked around the place he'd be working at for the next year or so. It was full of people gulping down food, and chugging their drinks. James was starting to question himself it this place was right for him. He didn't ask himself too many questions because then the manager came out.

"You must be James." He smiled and stuck out his hand. James shook his hand and tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible, "Yep, that's me."

"Well, welcome aboard our Bayer's staff. If you just come around this way I'll show you arond and introduce you to some of the workers."

James walked in the door that said 'Employees Only'. He felt so out of place. He shouldn't be working in a fast food chain, he should be working on his future. He wanted to be a famous actor, but working here wasn't gonna help that dream at all. The manager which James learned his name to be, Mr. Stephen, introduced him to Addison. She was the girl at the cash register that he met before he met Mr. Stephen. Addison seemed nice, James thought. She was friendly, so being on her good side was gonna be easy. Next Mr. Stephen showed James the kicthen, there were many people cooking food. It might've been a fast food restuarant but all the food was prepared in a healthy way. He learned that they didn't like to do the whole processed food thing. James was introduced to Carter, the head chef of the kitchen. "Welcome." Carter said, and continued chopping up some onions.

"He's pretty busy right now." Mr. Stephen told James. Carter was on the big side, but not like 'fat' big, but muscular big. He was a little intimidated by him but he seemed a little friendly. Chopping onions apparently was an intense situation. He met the rest of the kitchen workers, and accidently bumped into one of them. "Sorry!" James apologized.

"Watch where you're going." She said.

James looked at her, even though she was kneading dough she could still see him out the corner of her eye. "what are you staring at?" She asked, annoyed.

"Nothing." James said, and followed Mr. Stephen out the kitchen.

"Who was that?" James asked.

"That's Jasmine." Mr. Stephen replied.

"Well she's not very nice, she needs a better attitude."

"Most of the cooks don't like to be bothered when they're at work. They take their food seriously."

"She still didn't have to be so mean."

The bathroom was the worst part of the tour, it smelled like something died in there and someone forgot to clean it up. He nearly puked, and was glad once they finally left the bathroom.

By the end of the tour James pretty much knew everybody apart of the Bayer's staff.

Mr. Stephen was the manager. Kimberly was assistant manager. Carter was head chef. Morgan was assistant chef. Jasmine, Rich, Parker, Thomas, and Maya were all cooks. Angie and Bailey were waitresses. Sebastian was a waiter. Addison and Evan were cashiers. And finally, Chris was the bus boy.

After the tour Mr. Stephen showed James to the back where employees kept all their belongings. "This is your locker, and here is your key." Mr. stephen handed James a silver key.

"When do I actually, ya know...start working...?" He hoped he wouldn't have to work, and if he did he hoped it would be something easy.

"Well, I'm gonna give you an easy task. Think you can handle it?"

James pushed the bangs out of his face, "What is it?" he asked.

Mr. Stephen handed James an apron that went from his waist down to his knees. "Nothing hard, trust me, all you gotta do is wash the dishes."

When James saw the pile of dirty dishes he immediately wanted to turn around and start running away. The pile of dirty dishes formed a mountain, James gulped. He never liked doing the dishes, or anything else for that matter.

"Easy right?" Mr. Stephen asked. James just slowly nodded, Mr. Stephen gave him a pat on the back. "Good, I'll come by and check on you later."

James wanted to cry, but he didn't because men don't cry. They embrace the difficult task and try to achieve whatever it is that they're trying to achieve. He took a big breath and reluctantly started washing the dishes one by one.

James kept getting annoyed with the other staff members. Every time he was close to finishing, someone came a dumped a whole pile of dirty dishes beside him. And after he washed the dishes someone always took the clean ones to dirty up. He had to keep reminding himself that, that is how the business worked. James hated working here, it was only his first day and he absolutely despised it with all his heart.

James took a break, and leaned against the counter. His hands were all wrinkly, and his shirt was wet from the water splashing off the dishes. Chris came by with the mop.

"It's not easy being a bus boy, huh?" He asked.

"It's the worst job in the world. I'd rather be in the kitchen socializing and cooking." James sunk down and sat on the floor.

"You like to cook?" Chris asked.

"Kinda, yeah."

"Me too, but we all don't get what we want." He took out the mop and started mopping the floor, James got up and sat on the counter top.

"So, how long have you been working here?" James asked.

"Six...seven months."

"So you like basically know everyone here, right?" James took off his apron, and set it beside him.

"Yeah why?"

"Tell me about Jasmine, she seems to be aggresive."

Chris chuckled, "She's really not agressive. She just takes her job seriously. No interuptions. One time I was mopping the kitchen floor and was in there chopping something up and I accidently bumped into her. She nearly stabbed me with her knife. Then later on after work she apologized and told me never to mess with her when shes cooking. Trust me I learned my lesson."

"Well that makes sense."

Chris kept mopping, "By the way you might wanna put the apron back on, Angie's coming in with a pile of dishes."

"Man! I thought I was done." James cursed under his breath, and reluctantly put his apron on.