The water splashed over me as I began washing another plate before placing it on the dish rack moving on to the next plate. One was green, another red and a blue one. The sink was slowly filling with hot water spilling at the tap creating bubbles in the bottom but the clean water quickly becomes murky and full of food scraps. Moving on to the glasses, a quick rinse if it has had water and a scrub to get the lipstick off. The smell of greasy bacon filled my nose, the stench sticking to my hair and clothes.

“Order up.” I drop the dish that I’m washing dry my hands and wander over to the food that has been made. I look at the docket, Avocado Delight, Cornbread and Haloumi Roll. I pick up the three meals and wander over to the table which contains the cow as their table number. Holding the Cornbread, I can feel my fingers burning as I placed them right under the heat of the food. The table is outside meaning I still have to get cutlery leaving my fingers under there for even longer. I finally reach the table outside and call out the food but no one calls out for it. I turn back, my fingers continue to scream out in dull pain as I walk back inside I ask about the cow table. The airheaded girl turns from making juices.

“Oh whoops, I must have written down the wrong table.” I simply smiled as I slightly swore at her as she made me look like a fool and my fingers were burning. After discovering that the table was in fact Lion I turn again and finally put the meals down smiling at the customers telling them thank you and to enjoy their meal before I wander back inside to continue my previous job. When I come back to the sink the pile has grown and I simply sigh, starting again before I am beckoned again by front of house. I need to take coffee’s out but they also need saucers and spoons to be washed. I took the coffees out and was remined to wash the saucers and spoons but before I could start more food needed to be taken out and no one could take it except me. I took the food out to the table then rushed back into the kitchen. I began furiously washing the saucers and spoons, the hot water radiating on my face. Finally, the rack was done and I opened the dishwasher. A hot puff of steam flew in front of my face making it hard to breathe and hard to see for a moment. A new layer of sweat layered my body as the steams heat flew across it. I pulled out the rack in the dishwasher lifting it up to the bench then turnin