Author's note-This chapter is short, but I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Please Review.

I don't own Poke'mon, I forgot the proof of purchase.

Chapter 4: Oops.

Well my schedule was definitely packed. I woke up at 5AM, got dressed, ate breakfast, then got to work by about 6AM. I worked until noon and then I ate, showered, spent a couple of hours training spaz, then at 3PM I'd head to the gym. I'd be done by 7PM, then go back to the motel, shower again, eat leftovers, watch TV, and pass out.

I'd been following this schedule for a couple of weeks. After I'd defeated that trainer at the gym, I'd been getting a lot more respect, enough to get me through the day. Work however, was indeed, a different story. A day didn't go by that I didn't do something wrong. I was either giving false change, dropping food, and/or forgetting, or mixing up orders.

The manager was patient for the first few days, but after that, every time he heard something drop, or hear a customer complain, he barked my name. That usually included him apologizing profusely to them, then he always told me to go off and do something like take out the trash or do the dishes for a while. I was not to graceful about it.

Sarah turned out to be okay. She was always backing me up, saving me time and time again. Afterwards I'd never hear the end of it.

Training was heaven, I got to release some stress by watching Eevee take out any challenge put in front of her. She grew strong, and confident in my commands. I started to understand this world a little more.

Unfortunately I had to clean right after that. The gym was a lot of work, it took more than a week to clean the whole thing. It seemed like it hadn't been thoroughly cleaned for months. It didn't help that Lt. Surge was breathing down my back half of the time.

By the end of the day, I would crawl through my meal and shower until I hit the bed and instantly passed out. I always seemed to wake up more tired then I was when I fell asleep.

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I woke up to the screeching of my annoying alarm clock and fell out of bed trying to shut it off. I stayed there, quite pathetically until the alarm started to give me a headache. I dropped my hand on it and shut it off. I slowly stood up and stretched. I got dressed, put my hair up and headed for the restaurant. I ate a little breakfast and started my shift early.

The morning rush started slow, but by 7am, we were swamped. I was taking orders, handing out menus, serving food, asking questions, and collecting bills in a flash. I was doing great until the crowd started to die down. I relaxed and worked a little slower.

A group of drunk trainers burst through the doors. I was shocked. It was way to early to be drinking. They were loud and tried to hit on me I grew frustrated and started to yell at them. My manager came out, yelled at me, and apologized to the drunks.

After they'd ordered, one of them got up on a table top and started to dance. I asked him as calmly as I could to sit down. Instead, he grabbed me and forced me to dance with him. The other's laughter caused such a riot, that once again my manager stormed out of the kitchen. He screamed at me like I was causing the riot, then again apologized to the group and returned to his evil lair.

I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anything else happen. When I was bringing them their food, I stopped in my tracks. There were two poke'mon facing each other and the guys had money in their hands, shouting out bets. I dropped the tray of food and screeched at them. I swore to them that if it wasn't for the manager I'd beat them all into a bloody pulp. The second I turned around, after getting them under control, my manager was standing before me, arms crossed, murder in his eyes.

"Oops." I muttered with an innocent smile.

I think the thing I really enjoyed about this chapter, is there's no dialogue until the very end.