The Service Industry (closed)

[swordandsandle]

Name; Canas D. Richards
Age; 30
Desciption; 6' 4", broad shouldered, minimal but even muscle tone, well groomed chestnut hair, peircing grey eyes.
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I enjoyed my life.

I wasen't the most sucessful man I knew, certainly; owner of a few small diners scattered across the rural US, but it was a nice life. Good people, good food, and unlike most of the other owners I know, I actually got to take a real hand in my bussiness... well, one of them at least. I was my oldest, the cornerstone of my little empire, located in the town center of a moderate midwestern down just off the main roads. The decore was classical American; chrome, red leather, jukebox... the works. Had a nice homey feel to it. Granted, it might not be the fanciest, but it was clean I concidered it a second home... having another, of course.

Today, I was manning the register; something I usually did except when our cooks where out sick, in which case I rolled up my sleeves and took to that. I had fair suit on, grey and nice, but not so nice that I'd have to buy another if I got a stain of some kind on it. Today was a moderately special day, at least in the eyes of this little joint. Today, our newest waitress was starting her job. Diden't have the best qualifications, but she was good enough to give a shot, especially concidering we needed the work. I already had her uniform laid out for her; sleeveless, well-fitting white shirt with powder blue trimming, sharp blue skirt that stopped about halfway to the knee, and boots and gloves of the same color, all tied up with a little nametag. This morning wasen't paritcualarly busy; one of our regualers sipping a cup of coffee at the end of the bar, and a few of the local officers stopped in for breakfast. Still, concidering I diden't have anybody else but the cook on duty yet, her arrival would be much appreciated.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Name: Jessica Marie Thompson (Jess or Jessie)
Age: 22
Description: 5'8'' hazel eyes, auburn wavy hair, usually pulled loosely into a ponytail that reaches just below shoulders, slim build but still with some curves and legs for days.

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"I'm headed to work," I say, kissing my little brother on the forehead as I grabbed my purse from the table. It was my first day of work at the diner down the street and I didn't want to be late. "I'm not sure when I'll be home, are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Jessie, I'm 13! I'm not a baby anymore. Plus, Dad's passed out on the couch again." Bobby protested as he wiped my kiss off of his forehead. [I[And I'm sure that's where he'll be all day[/I] I thought to myself.

When I was 15 and Bobby 6, our mother died unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm. My dad, having lost the love of his life never got over it, and he turned to alcohol to get rid of his problems. In turn, I took on the role of my mother and had to raise my little brother while my dad sat on the couch with Jim and Jack night after night.

He wasn't a mean drunk or anything, just sad. He'd drink all night and eventually cry himself to sleep and stay that way most of the day. I'd tried to get him help but he refused; the man was always so stubborn.

We mostly were able to make it off of Mom's social security checks, but when I turned 18 and my checks stopped coming, I had to find a job. I'd found a really nice job at a bookstore, as a cashier, but I really liked it. I'd get to spend my down time reading any books I'd like, which I much enjoyed since I wasn't able to go to college. I tried to teach myself through the things I'd read. But thanks to technology, nobody was into to actually books anymore, so the place went out of business a few weeks ago and I was forced to find a new job.

I'd been lucky when the owner of the local diner decided to give me a chance. I had absolutely no experience with restaurants of any sort, and I certainly didn't know how to be a waitress. But because I'm so great at pitching myself, I was able to convince the man to give me a shot, just over the phone. We'd never actually met in person, so I was a little nervous. I'd been to the diner and met with some of the other girls who had told me he'd be in today.

I walked into the diner, wearing a pair of skinny jeans (which made my legs and ass look amazing) and a white tshirt. They'd told me my uniform would be waiting, so I didn't bother with how I looked.

"Excuse me," I said to the man at the register after not seeing any of the other waitresses I had met. "My name's Jessica, it's my first day." I cleared my throat loudly. "I'm looking for a .... Mr ... Richards?"

 

[swordandsandle]

"That will be four dollers officers," I gave a little respective gesture to the boys in blue as they started to pull themselves up, setting down their share of the coffee price. The stuff was getting so expensive, and I'd been delaying a price rise for so long. Perhpas, perhaps the days of one doller coffee where coming to an end. However, I did notice the little ring at the door, looking up and locking eyes with the young woman coming in. She wasen't the worst looking girl in the world, I'd give her that; be nice to have another waitress on staff. Still, distracted as I was with handling the money and slipping the coffee cups in the back to be washed sometime in the future that I diden't spare her much more then a glance, at least until the officers where gone. After that, I finnaly got around to responding, the heat starting to roll out from the back.

"Ah, Jessica," my voice was smooth, deep... perhaps a bit too quick, but calming. "Its good to see you here. I', Mr. Richerds, your new boss." Holding out my hand, I took yours, giving you a firm, freindly handshake, accompanied my a barly visable smile, lips only. I diden't smile well, to be honest; it actually looked a bit ugly if I showed my teeth. "I'm sure you'll do a great job. Now, your uniform and nametag are..." I reached down under the counter, pulling out the pre-arranged uniform. "Here. I assumed you where a medium, but we've got smalls if you need one. The bathroom's in the back, if you want to change. Come back to me when you're done, and I'll give you a rundown of your duties."

With that, I gave her one last freindly glance, before being distracted by another set of men coming in, a group of truckers by the looks of it. "Welcome to Richerd's sirs," I turned my attention to them, giving a light tilt of the hair (no hat). "What can I get for you?"

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Oh, so this is my new boss, I thought to myself, he seems nice.

I smiled warmly as you introduced yourself and handed me my uniform, ordering me to go change and return to you for my duties. Well he sure does get right to the point.

I took the uniform and found my way to the bathroom, locking the door as I closed it. I peeled my jeans and my tshirt from me body and stuffed them into my bag. I pulled the sleeveless white shirt over my head; it was a little loose, but it would do for now. I could dry it and shrink it a bit. No need to complain on my first day. I stepped into the skirt and fell just a little shorter than mid thigh and I wondered if that was how all the girls' skirts fit. I then pulled the almost knee high boots onto my feet and finished it off with the gloves. For a work uniform, it was actually kind of cute. It complimented my figure nicely; I couldn't complain.

I adjusted my nametag, grabbed my bag, and made my way back to the front of the diner to find my new boss. He was currently talking with some customers, so I waited by the register for him to return, not wanting to interrupt.