Lisa kept on working that Sunday, and kept on counting down the hours until her shift was over. “I still have the dinner trays to dole out and collect, but then,” she consoled herself, “I will finally be done!” As the food service workers brought up the food cart, she almost felt her heart leap inside of her for joy. It was too late to join her friends at the beach; they would certainly have left by then, but the idea of going home and sinking into a warm bath was very enticing. She handed out the trays systematically, one by one. Sometimes she received a thank you, but more often than not, a complaint. Sometimes she did not even receive any acknowledgement whatsoever.
Lisa bent to get another tray off the cart, when she was startled by Mrs. Raleigh’s voice talking from behind her. “I hate to ask you this Lisa, but we might need your help for the evening shift. Carol had to cancel.”
“Sure,” Lisa thought to herself. “Carol’s nobody’s fool. She’s just candy striping, because she knows it will look good on her college applications. She didn’t have to work the whole day, and what better way to top it off than with the whole night.” Despite her feeling disgruntled, she knew that it would be a disaster for Mrs. Raleigh to be shorthanded for the evening. She almost kicked herself as she said, “See if you can get anyone else, please! If you can’t I’ll do it, but you and Carol are gonna owe me big time.”
Continued
