A few drinks and one late night and she screwed up that badly? It didn’t make sense. If she was that easily thrown off her game by a couple drinks, then how dependable was she? This business is long hours, no sleep and little appreciation for the hard work you do. If she can’t shake off what happened the night before then she’ll never last. I tried to put Roche out of my mind as I continued with dinner service, but she kept popping into my head. The way she’d demanded to pour the sauce on the dish herself. I was proud of her in that moment. She was doing what I’d told her to do: stand up for yourself. It was her job to make sure the dish was perfect. Roche took pride in her work. She just needed to learn how to speak up for herself. She’d done that beautifully, then the whole thing blew up in her face. I tried to concentrate on the new fry cook. I could smell something burning. If he hadn’t properly cleaned the fryer after last night’s service I’d kill him.
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