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McNormal's: Another Last Food Restaurant by: Roscoe Smith

CHAPTER SEVEN: Monday Morning: Giving Notice

   

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When I awoke Monday morning, it was hard to comprehend the insanity encountered at McNormal's over the weekend. I lay in bed and tried to imagine why they attacked me the way they did. I couldn't understand why they were permitted to attack anyone that way. "What a crazy place."

The local grocery was open at nine AM. To buy a morning paper, I was there waiting when the Cashier unlocked the front door. Hopefully, combining Sunday's and Monday's HELP WANTED ads would enable me to find a job that required no lifting or fast food. A job that paid enough to live off and afford rent. The employment classified section filled four pages. Two job descriptions seemed promising, I phoned the employers and set-up appointments for interviews. Then I called McNormal's to quit my new insane career.

McNormal's phone rang twice, the phone was picked up and a female's voice greeted me,"Hello, thank-you for calling McNormals. How may I help you?" I thought,"What a polite person." I said,"Yes. Is Barbera working today?" The female on the other end of the phone said,"Just a moment, I'll get her for you." The phone receiver made a 'thud' sound when this person laid it down. I thought,"Why can't we have people like that on the Midnight Shift?"

Several minutes passed, Barbera could be heard in the background, talking with someone. Then the phone receiver was picked-up and I heard Barbera talking,"Yeah, I'll be right back, I have a phone call." I recognised Barbera's voice,"Hello, this is Barbera." "Hello, Barbera. This is Roscoe Smith, I started there last Friday?" Barbera responded,"Sure, Roscoe. You're not calling to quit already, are you?" Wow, she knew exactly why I was calling. I asked,"How did you know I was calling to quit?" "Oh. I just had a feeling, that's alright." I told her,"You must have more trouble than I thought."

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