"You're late. Slacker."
Jennipher grabbed her timecard and punched in. "I'm really sorry, Denise. It won't happen again."
"Relax, Jen. I was just kidding. Get up front. You're on phones today."
Jen put her purse in her locker and headed to the front of the restaurant. She had been working at Alligretti's Family Pizzeria for just over two months and still didn't know how to interpret her supervisor's moods. Some days Denise was buddy-buddy with everyone, some days - well, the less said, the better.
"Are you all right today, Jen? You seem a little out of it."
"Sorry. It's been a long day. This guy, Steve-"
"It's always about the boys, isn't it? I'm sick of them myself."
Jen held her tongue. Denise had worked her way through most of the guys who worked at Alligretti's, and bringing any of them up was a sure way to set her off.
"Anyway, I was wondering if you could cover for me on Saturday."
"Open instead of close?" Jen smiled. "I think I can swing that."
"Awesome - oh, no. That creepy guy's back."
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