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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:13 am
The Christmas rush was done. New Years had passed. 17 Waverly St. was languishing in the carnage of the season. The display case was empty, the place was a mess and there was a frenzy going on in the back trying to fix up the inventory and restock. At least 'restock' here meant the entire place smelled like fresh bread and coffee.
And the ever present screaming. "Did you even make the ******** order?" A shout echoed from the walkway, making an irked Noah stop in his tracks. "Of course I did!" He yelled back. Making the short walk to face his business partner instead of yelling at the top of his lungs was clearly too much effort. And he was trying to clean the counter anyway. The counter, the floor, the last few un-bussed tables. Everything. Taking Phina's advice he cut out early last night and apparently his night manager had the same idea, and he came in to a disaster area.
"We have like, nothing back here!"
"Well shut up and live with it for a few hours!"
"And you didn't make your sister take out the trash!"
And from there it just sort of devolved into shouts and screams and insults across the building while the frenzy continued.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:39 am
It was time to take that big step into the real world and off of the lazy sanctuary that was the couch. It was time to stop living off of money that his parents had given him, as well as money that he got back from financial aid. In short…it was time to get off his a** and get a job.
There was a sign on a little dinner that said help wanted, and hey. It was a restaurant…maybe he could try his hand at being a short order cook or something dumb like that. At the very least it would bring in money, and then he could start saving for that trip that Esme wanted to take. Yeah. Plus. Cooking was cooking. One step closer to having his own cooking show on the Food Network…maybe.
The blonde sighed, tying his hair into a ponytail and making sure he looked…well. Hire worthy, was about the only description he could think of at the moment. He thought he did, so…so now all that was left was to enter the diner and hope for the best.
Taking a deep breath, Nicolae pushed the door open and stepped inside, glancing around and blinking when all he heard was people shouting at one another, and it didn’t sound like the normal cheery sounds of waitresses giving the orders to the cooks, that was for sure. He hesitated, then walked up to the counter, hoping that amidst the screams and insults, someone would notice he was there. “Um…Hello?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:22 pm
Noah was in the process of bellowing out some retort to something the large tattooed man he was yelling with said when the man popped up to point at Nicolae, cutting him off with just the simple statement of, "Kid."
Noah dropped everything and looked back to the boy like a deer in the headlight before suddenly being gripped by embarrassment. "Uh..." He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to shift gears. "Sorry, we're dealing with the aftereffects of the holiday rush, service is gonna be slow today."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 5:11 am
Nicolae gave a little nod. “No, no it’s cool. Things have been busy here then, I take it. I’m not actually looking for any service, I’m here to hopefully get a job at your fine…restaurant.” The blonde faltered a bit on the last word, not quite sure if this guy was the type to be fussy over what type of eatery that this was…but also not wanting to sound too damn prissy by calling it an establishment. Fine establishments just sounded too pompous and much too impersonal.
He cleared his throat, then grinned. “I’m a pretty good cook, I think. And I’m about to start up some culinary classes, I’m already serve-safe certified, so you won’t have to worry about that. I just want to get some experience cooking, and since you were hiring…I figured this would be a good place to start looking…”
Well, that had been his prepared speech. Now he just had to wait and see if it was in any way good enough to land him a for real job.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 5:42 am
The two men weren't especially responsive at first, but the silent staring was at least broken after a few seconds when the dark haired man snickered. "Fine restaurant."
Noah punched him in the arm for the insult and looked back to Nicolae, clearly scrutinizing. "Kid, every punk who can make pancakes comes in here thinking they should cook and not serve tables." He was picky, and his mind might've been preemptively closed off the second he heard culinary classes. It was something he heard way too much.
Food handling certification did tick his interest, though. They did need the help, he couldn't be entirely dismissive.
"Fine," He pointed to the counter and with a blunt, "Sit," And dug around in some papers before finding their application, sliding it across and leaning on the opposite side of the counter on his elbows. "Let's see what you got."
It was clear this wasn't going to go the way of typical hiring processing. There would be no quiet time to write the application, turn it in for review and wait for the phone call. Nope, they were desperate, and Noah was going to hover right here and make his decision. In his mind, they needed they help, and this kid was either good enough or not.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 7:31 pm
Nicolae blinked, watching the two, then rolled his eyes as the guy mentioned that every kid who could make pancakes tried to pretend to be cooks. “Now look. Pancakes are great and all. But I’m a firm believer that French Toast is a much better way to see who can cook and who can’t. And I happen to be great at making French Toast.”
He took the application and spent a good twenty minutes filling it out, making sure to try and highlight all of the things that he was good at. It was a real shame he couldn’t write down sarcasm on his list. But finally he handed the paper back to Noah. “Okay. Done. You want me to have some sort of you know. Trial by fire or something? I don’t mind making you something to showcase my skills. Or whatever.”
Honestly, he wasn’t doing very great with this whole interview thing, but he had never had a job before…so…maybe it was to be expected. Maybe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:21 pm
Noah had watched and hovered and snatched the application as soon as he was done, He looked it over, the other guy looked it over, and both were looking for some evidence of hyperbole or inconsistency.
"I dunno, he looks..." Noah started before his head cook interrupted.
"No. No point."
They exchanged grimaces. They needed help, Noah was just too stubborn to want to consider it was possible it could come from this kid, who looked young enough to be his kid for crap's sake. The fact this his business partner was equally stubborn and didn't want to share his kitchen wasn't helping.
"Are you boys being mean again?" Zia said more like an announcement as she waltzed in. She had no idea what was going on until she saw the application, she just knew Noah and Marco exchanging looks like that was never a good sign.
She flopped in the seat next to Nicolae and leaned far into his personal space. "Hi. I'm Zia. Are they being mean?"
"Go away," Noah demanded as both men groaned like their private treehouse had been invaded by cooties or something. Because that is a totally appropriate way for business owners in their thirties to act.
"He wants to cook," Noah complained, hoping she would get it. He had too many teenagers crap out on him and those were just serving and bussing tables. His kitchen was precious territory.
"So let him cook!" The place was trainwreck and understaffed, but Noah still needed some convincing. It was his kitchen.
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