Get to work my boy

Soon enough I pulled into my parking spot, and was heading inside. I walked by the usual customers, and went to the back to clock in when my boss Donavon stopped me. He was an okay guy, 6'5, a decently maintained build, and charismatic as hell. "John, we got two new kids on. And I figured you could help train 'em."

I stared at him, kind of surprised. "Oh uh, sure Don. What do you need me to do?"

"Great answer kid. One is going to need to learn how to deal with the register, and some serving. The other is gonna be cooking, I'm sure you see why I asked for help, I'll even let ya choose since its a bit out of your comfort zone."