Random Scrap:
It was the comfort zone that kept pushing me away from the desert. At Michael's I was already properly set in. It was not the most peaceful place to work at but I discovered that my position did have certain leverage. I could make some of the dishes appear at the table faster than others so when I suspected that a waiter was under tipping me I would hold the orders for a bit. If the waiter complained I made sure he knew the reason. Of course I had my favorites. JC could be really harsh (he once literally made me cry when the order I sent was too cold) but he could be also very generous. Ron (the Polska Duma) was always kind to me and often would give me a ride home. Keith the bartender liked to talk about politics. I couldn't really talk much about with Javier and other dishwashers but with my basic Spanish I could at least make them laugh with all the new vulgarities I had learned. I once even met them at Carl's Junior and that's all our 'conversation' was about. I even liked Gabe although he annoyed me with his ass kissing.