6/30 9:45 am

takin the cab to McDonalds

6/30 9:46 am

burger king

6/30 9:50 am

Oh I meant Cohrehi

I have four hours of freedom. Know what I'm gonna do with that freedom? Zzz...

6/30 3:00pm

I'm late. Overslept. Mom called me a cab. Be here soon. Here it is. Gotta go.

I hopped in the cab as fast as I could. "To Cohrdehi Castle and step on it!"

"Okay..."

And the guy actually did what I said. He went all speedy and stuff and the fair was low. I jumped out of the cab. "Bye!" And up the stairs and into the castle. It was dark. The floors were a deep shade of linoleum. The walls were brick and dark brown. The lights were dim on the chandeliers. There were people and a low hum of chatting amongst themselves while enjoying their lunch.

Then without warning I was grabbed from behind and pulled into a kitchen.

"Are you Harvey?"

"Yes..."

"You are late."

"Yeah I know sorry about that."

"It's fine. Come with me. You have to be in the intern kitchen. That's where we keep our interns. We make sure that you serve the youths. And over in the intern section we make sure to sit individual and grouped youth. We can't have you serving adults now can we?" Blahhhh. I can cook, you poopy face. Well, not really.

He led me to the intern kitchen.

"When an order comes up, someone will say "order up" and open the door and slap the order on the door. They don't come in in fear of complications."

"What kind of complications?"

"Don't ask questions."

"Oh." Rude much? This man who I still don't know showed me where they kept the food and pans. He had me put on my white chef outfit and wash my hands. Then he said to get to work. Get to work doing what? As I'm telling this now, it's about my first or second month and I can tell you this: this is no internship. You don't get told what to do. This is a real job. And if you serve bad food they just say "Oh it was the interns. It came from the intern kitchen. We apologize."

And the teens or the kids understand. But adults wouldn't and so that's why we don't serve them. They would be like "Why did a kid make my food?"

Okay so...first day.

I stood in that kitchen alone and waited for something to cook. I got little things liked grilled cheese sandwhiches and vegitables and the worst thing I had to make that day was a steak but I think I did okay. I got no complaints.

I realized that day that I was going to be alone until they hired someone else. And they did. And it was a nightmare! Heh heh.

Eight o' clock rolled around I hung my uniform in the kitchen and left out the door. "See you tomorrow," said that guy. I don't know what he is. Probably French-Canadian.