Random Scrap:
I was now working six to seven shifts per week. With the restaurant opened up only for dinner most of my time was split between college in the daytime and work in the evenings. The job was demanding. Although the shift wouldn't usually last more than four to five hours I could feel every cent earned. Most of the employees were well natured but in the midst of peak time and orders flying around the communication was mostly limited to yelling or swearing in Spanish, something I was getting better at. I felt mostly scared by Michael but I also felt a lot of respect towards him. Yes, he liked to yell ("Jackie boy!") and god forbid a customer had to wait for their garlic bread for more than five minutes. Still, if he felt I did a good job he wouldn't hesitate to slip an extra twenty bucks in my pocket. For most people working there Michael's was their second job. They still had to wake up early the next morning to work at some other place. I at least could look forward to the attending classes which I actually enjoyed. It was a compromise worth putting up with.