Really, Megan knew she was the outsider. She worked every night. It seemed. She wasn't ready for the lunch hour. Which actually meant, 10 to 2 in the afternoon. Instead, it was 5 til 9 most evenings.
She was doing her best. Trying to keep her smile. She knew she wasn't the happiest camper on the first day. Really, she liked running the cash register more than anything. And then there were the boys who worked there. OK, men. Yeah, that's what they were. Not exactly, guys she'd choose to hang out with. Of course, she hadn't really hung out with a guy since..sixth grade at the park.
It made her nervous. The way they looked at her. Even more creepy, old men who came in just to order the special. Naturally, she didn't know what the special actually was.
"Oh, but you're doing fine. Just fine." Sid just grinned and then he cut back her hours.
It was frustrating.
"Why would he do that?" She said in the room where everyone put their stuff when they came to work. She was asking anyone who would listen.
"He's just trying to go easy on you." Smed was the only one who answered back. Someone was busy with a game on their phone and another had his mp3 player going.
"Well, I don't want easy." She said a tad nervous. As if was, she hadn't exactly ran the meat slicer yet.
Smed gave her a silly smile.
"I need more than 12 hours a week." She looked at him then.
Smed nodded as if he understood.
"I'm sure there will be hours to pick up once, you know, somebody goes on vacation or something." He shrugged. He took off his work shirt and exposed a rather tainted under shirt. He looked the rowdy sort.
"When will that be?" She looked at him seriously.
"Your guess is as good as mine." He left it at that and was on his way. There she was hugging herself, alone, wishing she understood the politics as well as the economics of this place.