From V8:
The next morning he woke ravenous, the sugary sludge in his mouth a tease for what was to come. And on his second shift, he turned up the volume again.
Danny tore through the restaurant, racing past his trainer and showering every guest with smiles and jokes and a hand run down the back. His eyes felt glittery, like diamonds. His heart and stomach raced. The coffees (three sugars) and Cokes (free refills!) powered him to a sick degree - when he bumped another trainee and was told to "chill out," he yowled like a junkyard cat over a tossed bone.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
V8: Volume
From U8:
Danny hadn't been so furiously focused in a long time. He thought about nothing other than food, food, food. If another thought crept in, he found something salty or sugary to push it down.
The next morning, he woke ravenous, the sugary sludge in his mouth a tease for what was to come. And on his second shift, he turned up the volume again.
Danny hadn't been so furiously focused in a long time. He thought about nothing other than food, food, food. If another thought crept in, he found something salty or sugary to push it down.
The next morning, he woke ravenous, the sugary sludge in his mouth a tease for what was to come. And on his second shift, he turned up the volume again.
Monday, April 19, 2010
U8: Universalist or "another word for omnivore"?
From T8:
On Danny's first day, he threw a food-tantrum of epic proportions, snatching french fries off diner's plates as he ran them out to their tables, downing hundreds of free Cokes and breadsticks, and -- at the end of his shift -- making two 'mistakes' in his ordering so he could scarf an Oreo cheesecake and a cookie dough cheesecake in the parking lot when he finished his shift that night.
The entire day felt flushed and feverish. He knocked back Cokes, coffees and juices like a Unitarian Universalist samples different strains of religious belief. His trainer, a girl named Mindy with chubby elbows and one half-lazy eye, hovered near him like a terrified confessor.
Danny hadn't been so furiously focused in a long time. He thought about nothing other than food, food, food. If another thought crept in, he found something salty or sugary to push it down.
On Danny's first day, he threw a food-tantrum of epic proportions, snatching french fries off diner's plates as he ran them out to their tables, downing hundreds of free Cokes and breadsticks, and -- at the end of his shift -- making two 'mistakes' in his ordering so he could scarf an Oreo cheesecake and a cookie dough cheesecake in the parking lot when he finished his shift that night.
The entire day felt flushed and feverish. He knocked back Cokes, coffees and juices like a Unitarian Universalist samples different strains of religious belief. His trainer, a girl named Mindy with chubby elbows and one half-lazy eye, hovered near him like a terrified confessor.
Danny hadn't been so furiously focused in a long time. He thought about nothing other than food, food, food. If another thought crept in, he found something salty or sugary to push it down.
Monday, April 12, 2010
T8: Tantrum
From S8:
The Cheesecake Factory would be safe, he figured. Miriam, he knew, despised the place.
***
On Danny's first day, he threw a food-tantrum of epic proportions, snatching french fries off diner's plates as he ran them out to their tables, downing hundreds of free Cokes and breadsticks, and -- at the end of his shift -- making two 'mistakes' in his ordering so he could scarf an Oreo cheesecake and a cookie dough cheesecake in the parking lot when he finished his shift that night.
The Cheesecake Factory would be safe, he figured. Miriam, he knew, despised the place.
***
On Danny's first day, he threw a food-tantrum of epic proportions, snatching french fries off diner's plates as he ran them out to their tables, downing hundreds of free Cokes and breadsticks, and -- at the end of his shift -- making two 'mistakes' in his ordering so he could scarf an Oreo cheesecake and a cookie dough cheesecake in the parking lot when he finished his shift that night.
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