"Damn you, shut up!" her greasy fingers stabbed at the beeping box, finding the switch and turning the whole thing off, silencing at least one beep. She slid to her left on the greasy floor, balancing on the ball of her foot as her left hand sought the three square buttons that would shut off the three simultaneously beeping fryer timers. One, two, three, their shrill call was silenced, and she slid back to the right to regard the flat-top grill in front of her in frustration. Several orders flitted through her mind as she mentally organized the food pressed under hot weights in front of her. Lifting a few, she snatched up a spatula, spinning it once in her hand before applying the blade to the grill and sliding two sausage patties on the end. She spun on her left foot gracefully, reaching out with the spatula to slide the meat onto a plate with a pair of eggs sunny side up. She caught the ticket hanging on the reel between two fingers, slapping it to the tray of food and giving it a little shove forward.
"Order up!" she called, returning to the grill. Two sets of grilled chicken tenders, four and four, one for a dinner, one for a sandwich. She plucked the two pieces of bread grilling on the flat-top and placed them on a plate, sliding four pieces of grilled chicken on one piece, lettuce, tomato and a fan of three pickles on the other. A spade of hasbrown casserole was plunked on the plate with a clank and placed on a tray under the heat lamp. The printer caught her attention as it sputtered to life on the shelf, spitting out four new tickets. Ignoring them, she reached for a long handled metal spoon to add a portion of stewed carrots to a round plate, wincing and crying out as the spoon burned her hand. Next were mashed potatoes, spoonulaed on to a plate. With brown gravy on top. With another of the metal spoons. She braced for the scorching her hand would yet again take and quickly gravied the potatoes.
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Blah, this forcing it thing sucks. Bet it's boring for you too lol
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