Dib groaned and pulled his pillow over his head to drown out the sound of his alarm clock trying to wake him up.
It was 5 am and it was time for him to get up and get to work, but if this was how it was going to be every weekend he....well...he didn't know WHAT he would do, but he knew he wouldn't like it.
"ARGH!" Dib shoved the covers off him with a sleepy roar and they fell onto the floor, forgotten.
He switched on the radio sitting on his bedside table and got up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey hey hey, it's 5 am, time to get up all you worker bees! As for me? I'm going back to bed!"
Dib grumbled as the radio switched to playing a few hours of music without interruptions or commercials. He walked into his bathroom, and after showering, brushing his teeth, getting dressed and combing his hair (Not that it did any good anyways) he picked up his apron and tied it around his waist.
He had tried to wash the blood off the apron last night, but the stains were still there as if no one had washed the thing in the first place. Dib didn't particularly want to look like an axe murderer but it seemed that he had no choice now.
He grabbed his wallet off his desk and, slipping into his back pocket, rushed downstairs and out the door. He was glad that the butcher shop wasn't too far from his house because he didn't have a car, let alone know how to drive one.
He got there a few moments later, he looked through the glass doors and sighed. He didn't have a key. It was dark inside and he didn't see his Sergio's car anywhere. Figures. He'd have to stand here all day till his boss got here, and who knows when that would be! He pulled on the doorknob of the entrance (because, don't we all do that? Even though we know it's locked?) expecting it to certainly be locked, but he was surprised to find out that it was unlocked. How careless!
He shrugged and walked inside, flipping on the light switch. He sighed once more, realizing that he had no idea what to do, he doubted anyone would come this early anyways. He decided to clean up the place a bit, it looked as if it hadn't even seen a sponge or mop in years.
He opened a few doors here and there till he found a bucket, soap, and some washrags. He filled up the bucket in the sink behind the counter and added soap. He started washing off the tops of the tables when he saw a car pull up and park outside of the building.
"About time he got here..." Dib muttered, and continued to wash the tables.
But Dib was confused, and even a bit shocked, to see that it wasn't Sergio, it was a customer. He couldn't understand why anyone would come out to eat this early, and at this place!
He shrugged and left his cleaning to stand behind the counter and deal with the customer. He ended up selling two plates of this thing called... "Garfoogle Meat Log?" In fact, now that he looked at it, ALL the dishes and food had strange names. You couldn't tell if something was pork, or beef, or fish, or anything! Some of them even had human names, like "Leg Of Jack," or "Ode To Sara."
"Oh, yes! I'll take two plates of 'Ode To Sara' please!" Dib said in a mocking voice as he rolled his eyes. Why did he have to choose THIS place to work? He could have worked in someplace normal, like McDonalds but noooo, he had to work HERE!
Several other people came and went, ordering food to go or to stay. And if they did stay, they ate live ravenous pigs, often coming back for seconds or thirds. Dib could only imagine what the busy hours were like.
Sergio eventually came in around 8 o clock, he looked over at Dib.
"I knew you could handle it." He said grinning.
"Hey boss, when i came here the door was unlocked. I think you should be more careful!"
"Oh...no one would DARE rob this place..." He smirked, "And call me Sergio, Boss sounds so....formal." And with that, he disappeared into the back room.
The rest of the day passed and nothing unusual happened. The busy time was, just as Dib had expected, packed to the brim. It seemed as if 1000 starving buffalo's had just swarmed in all of a sudden to a gazelle buffet. Dib had run out of several dishes even, but he still had enough for all the hungry...no...make that ravenous...people. One girl had asked to go to the bathroom, and since having no idea where it was, he had just directed her to the back room to ask Sergio.
At 6 o clock he went into the backroom.
"Bos...I mean Sergio, i'm leaving!" He looked around the office but didn't see the man at all, then he heard noises coming from the freezer and grinding room. He figured that Sergio was in there fixing up more meat for tomorrow, and he decided to take a peek inside. For, after all, wasn't it rude to just take off without telling anyone? Of coarse it was! Dib wasn't sure if this was true or not, but he did want to take a peek inside.
He put his hand on the door to push it open...
Beep beep beep!
Dib looked down at his watch and gasped.
"6:30? Damn, i was supposed to be home around 6! How long have i been standing here?!" He then ran out the door and home, still stunned at how he could have stood there for half an hour.
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Du du du dummmm!
It was 5 am and it was time for him to get up and get to work, but if this was how it was going to be every weekend he....well...he didn't know WHAT he would do, but he knew he wouldn't like it.
"ARGH!" Dib shoved the covers off him with a sleepy roar and they fell onto the floor, forgotten.
He switched on the radio sitting on his bedside table and got up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey hey hey, it's 5 am, time to get up all you worker bees! As for me? I'm going back to bed!"
Dib grumbled as the radio switched to playing a few hours of music without interruptions or commercials. He walked into his bathroom, and after showering, brushing his teeth, getting dressed and combing his hair (Not that it did any good anyways) he picked up his apron and tied it around his waist.
He had tried to wash the blood off the apron last night, but the stains were still there as if no one had washed the thing in the first place. Dib didn't particularly want to look like an axe murderer but it seemed that he had no choice now.
He grabbed his wallet off his desk and, slipping into his back pocket, rushed downstairs and out the door. He was glad that the butcher shop wasn't too far from his house because he didn't have a car, let alone know how to drive one.
He got there a few moments later, he looked through the glass doors and sighed. He didn't have a key. It was dark inside and he didn't see his Sergio's car anywhere. Figures. He'd have to stand here all day till his boss got here, and who knows when that would be! He pulled on the doorknob of the entrance (because, don't we all do that? Even though we know it's locked?) expecting it to certainly be locked, but he was surprised to find out that it was unlocked. How careless!
He shrugged and walked inside, flipping on the light switch. He sighed once more, realizing that he had no idea what to do, he doubted anyone would come this early anyways. He decided to clean up the place a bit, it looked as if it hadn't even seen a sponge or mop in years.
He opened a few doors here and there till he found a bucket, soap, and some washrags. He filled up the bucket in the sink behind the counter and added soap. He started washing off the tops of the tables when he saw a car pull up and park outside of the building.
"About time he got here..." Dib muttered, and continued to wash the tables.
But Dib was confused, and even a bit shocked, to see that it wasn't Sergio, it was a customer. He couldn't understand why anyone would come out to eat this early, and at this place!
He shrugged and left his cleaning to stand behind the counter and deal with the customer. He ended up selling two plates of this thing called... "Garfoogle Meat Log?" In fact, now that he looked at it, ALL the dishes and food had strange names. You couldn't tell if something was pork, or beef, or fish, or anything! Some of them even had human names, like "Leg Of Jack," or "Ode To Sara."
"Oh, yes! I'll take two plates of 'Ode To Sara' please!" Dib said in a mocking voice as he rolled his eyes. Why did he have to choose THIS place to work? He could have worked in someplace normal, like McDonalds but noooo, he had to work HERE!
Several other people came and went, ordering food to go or to stay. And if they did stay, they ate live ravenous pigs, often coming back for seconds or thirds. Dib could only imagine what the busy hours were like.
Sergio eventually came in around 8 o clock, he looked over at Dib.
"I knew you could handle it." He said grinning.
"Hey boss, when i came here the door was unlocked. I think you should be more careful!"
"Oh...no one would DARE rob this place..." He smirked, "And call me Sergio, Boss sounds so....formal." And with that, he disappeared into the back room.
The rest of the day passed and nothing unusual happened. The busy time was, just as Dib had expected, packed to the brim. It seemed as if 1000 starving buffalo's had just swarmed in all of a sudden to a gazelle buffet. Dib had run out of several dishes even, but he still had enough for all the hungry...no...make that ravenous...people. One girl had asked to go to the bathroom, and since having no idea where it was, he had just directed her to the back room to ask Sergio.
At 6 o clock he went into the backroom.
"Bos...I mean Sergio, i'm leaving!" He looked around the office but didn't see the man at all, then he heard noises coming from the freezer and grinding room. He figured that Sergio was in there fixing up more meat for tomorrow, and he decided to take a peek inside. For, after all, wasn't it rude to just take off without telling anyone? Of coarse it was! Dib wasn't sure if this was true or not, but he did want to take a peek inside.
He put his hand on the door to push it open...
Beep beep beep!
Dib looked down at his watch and gasped.
"6:30? Damn, i was supposed to be home around 6! How long have i been standing here?!" He then ran out the door and home, still stunned at how he could have stood there for half an hour.
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Du du du dummmm!