He ignores it...

The Big Bastard Chef seems to completely ignore me, instead walking over to behind the counter and watching the door of the restaurant. I look at him confused and he looks back at me, then at the box of stuff.

"I suggest you get dressed for work now, unless you want to not have a job." He says, appearing to be tired of my whining. "There's a locker room in the back."

I grumble, strolling slowly through the kitchen and into the staff-only area. Soon finding myself in the locker room he mentioned, I place the box down on a bench. I look at it and contemplate what to do.

I don't want to, I thought, but it's a job... I doubt anything will happen because of this outfit, like some creep assaulting me.