My First Day At Waffle Home Short Story

People yelling calling orders, everyone laughing and interacting with each other, machines making commotions, and the grill cooking at 6:50 in the morning. It’s a bit overwhelming for someone who’s use to waking up after noon and never worked a day in their life. The only thing that rushed in my head was what I have gotten myself into. This was just the beginning of my first day working at waffle house 1987. The first thing you hope to see is warm friendly faces, instead I got the opposite. The first people to greet me was rough looking people that appears that look like life has beaten them and drag them in the ground. Most of their teeth was rotten and missing. The people looked like they are on drugs and a little crazy in the head. I was sort of in shock, until I learned they were the third shift crew and I wasn’t working with them. Then I looked further down the line and I saw the first shift crew looking bright, energized, and lovely.

I had no clue what I was doing. We all heard the waffle house difficult calling system that goes a little like this; pull two half bacon, drop one hash brown scattered, and mark order scramble plate scattered smothered covered waffle on three out like one (no pause). Yes, it can get more difficult than that. It can be a little intimidating along with the rude customers, and the crowds of people wanting breakfast. Despite of all the rigors, I persevered through it all. I asked a million questions, followed everyone around to see what to do, practice to call orders, and study all the prices and the flow system. The more I worked at it the easier it got. It usually takes the staff three weeks or longer to get waffle house certified, but I got mine in two weeks. The more I worked the more I saw the good in waffle