"There's no I know but, there is only I did not do the job I agreed to."
"I know, I uh, just didn't think I needed to order that every week."
"If it says it on the sheet just do it. This cafe has been around almost longer than you've been alive."
That comment stung a little. He didn't like being belittled like that. The rule was stupid. Waste of time, usually you could probably skip a few orders.
"There also always needs to be extra in the storage."
Imogen Howe
opened the storage.
"There's none here. What is going on, did you not order for a week? Did you take some home with you?"
"No I just, uh."
"Just do your job. That is it."
With that Imogen decided the conversation was over. He didn't like that either. He understood now what Jazmyn said. "I think she'd be nice outside of work. Here she's a bit of a bitch."
He hated Jazzmyn when she said that, but now he agreed.
She looked around the cafe a little. More things to rub his nose in.
"Don't forget to restock that, and that, we need all the lids there not just for the larges."
He pretended to write the things down.
"What you writing for? You could have finished by now."
He didn't move right away, but she didn't either, it was like a game of chicken.
