Life at work has been harder and depressing ever since he stepped his feet into the restaurant. If I had known that it was his restaurant, I wouldn't have signed up for a job there. Now I wake up every day with a headache, worried that he'd find fault in whatever I do, giving him a tangible reason to terminate my employment.
Though while at work, he acted like I didn't exist, and it was enough for me not to care. But when it got to the point when he came to the kitchen to check what we had been preparing, I was affected. I'll give him the credit for being efficient as the owner and didn't act like a jerk when it came to his work. He was attentive to every detail and others. His move was perfect, in that the workers had a fan club dedicated to him.
“Char, take a break,” Alex shouted over the sizzling meat as he came back from his break.
I was glad when I entered the locker room to meet it empty. Holding my peanut butter with sandwiches, I sauntered to a bench. I was about to eat when so
