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December 7th

Today was just awful! On top of being grounded and the fact I had to go back to school today I also had to go to work. I'm starting to rethink this whole 'work during the holiday season' idea. Anyway, work was just horrible. Jack and Butch were there again only this time the manager was out, which meant it was just us three. I don't know why Mr. Reynolds thought three kids could run a fast food joint, but somehow the idea got stuck in his head and he decided to leave us unsupervised! Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, but the fact that Jack was left in charge meant that we were all royally screwed.

Let me just go ahead and start with our first customer, because she was just awful! Apparently Butch decided to give her a batch of fries that were still partly frozen, but instead of asking for a new batch she just snapped her fingers in a Z and threw the fries at me!

"What is your problem?" I demanded.

"Those fries were too cold! I wouldn't give them to Jack Frost!"

"So you should've just asked for a fresh batch! It's not my fault they weren't cooked right!" I pointed out.

"Excuse me? I'm the customer! The customer is always right!"

I was on the verge of jumping over the counter and shoving the turnip fries down her fat throat but Jack stepped in.

"You heard the lady, red! Make her a new batch!"

So I gritted my teeth and walked over to the fryer. Butch stood by the grill cooking and killing flies with the spatula. I tried to ignore this disgusting behavior and made the lady a new batch.

"It's about time!" she complained, snatching them from me. "This place sucks!"

"Well what do you expect? This isn't a five star restaurant!" I spat.

"Well fine, see if I come back!"

With that she left and Jack started berating me. I tried to ignore him and go back to the register, where I stood for about five minutes doing nothing because the place was empty. Jack and Butch decided to go outside for some stupid reason and not long after that about five cars pulled into the drive through lane and a group of about ten people walked into the store. I could see Jerk and Butch standing around outside through the window and they saw the cars and people go in but didn't bother coming back inside!

I became absolutely infuriated and went outside to try and drag them back in.

"Are you two morons blind? We have customers!"

"I'm sure you can handle it, red." Jack commented.

"And who's going to cook the food while I'm taking orders?" I yelled. "If you don't get back inside this instant I'm going to gut you and serve you next to a batch of turnip fries!"

"Now you listen here," Jack hissed, "I'm the manager today! I own the place!"

"You are NOT the manager! You're just a sad, scrawny boy who thinks he's worth more than he actually is! If you so much as say one more single syllable I swear to God I will punch right in the face!"

I had my fist balled up and held it a mere inch away from his face. I meant it too! If he had said one more single word I would've put him in the hospital and probably end up in jail!

Anyway, the two numbskulls finally went inside and started helping out. The customers were annoyed that we were taking so long but were happy once they got their food. After everything died down the manager came in. Since there were no customers around he decided to have a meeting.

"Things are just going terrible!" he cried, tears swelling up in his eyes. "We were just ranked the sixth best fast food joint in Dimmsdale, and there's only five! Heather hasn't come in for three days and John sent in a resignation letter saying, and I quote: If I have to spend two more minutes in this place I'm going to commit myself to the loony bin!"

"Well maybe it's because of Jack!" I pointed out. "He's a complete moron! He and Butch left me all alone to manage the place by myself today!"

The manager stopped crying and looked at me. Jack turned red and glared at me.

"You can't believe her!" he spat. "She just wants my job!"

"Well I'd be a better assistant manager than you!"

The manager looked at Butch.

"Is this true?" he asked.

"Uh…well…"

"That's a yes then," the manager sighed. "Jack, we're going to have a serious talk when we get home."

That statement puzzled me at first, but then it clicked.

"Wait, so he's your son?" I asked, to which Mr. Reynolds nodded.

Well now I understand why Jack thinks he owns the place, and why he was put in charge! I just have a funny feeling that I'm going to be stuck with Jack, because most parents wouldn't fire their kids. Now I'm trying to decide if I should just quit and not earn as much during the winter break or if I should suck it up and deal with it until January. My life sucks!

I'm going to go watch something to take my mind off this horrible day. Later!

A/N: I had some similar work experiences when I worked at a fast food joint, but nobody ever threw fries at me and the assistant manager didn't go power crazy. Let me know what you think so far.