Remember the jobs you wanted to apply to

While strolling through the mall you suddenly stop in front of a café. For some reason it looks familiar, but you are not sure why. Suddenly you remember. It was one of the businesses that put a job offer in the newspaper. You quickly check the website of the café to be sure. And you were right. The café is looking for a waitress. They offer a full-time job with good pay and flexible worktime. And looking at the café you can guess why. The only worker is a disinterested looking guy around 35. They need new, young employees who work there regularly or they will likely end as a hotspot for grandmas and tier knitting groups.

You only have a few hours until Eric picks you up, but maybe the owner lets you work on hour base. You serving the customers for a few hours is still better than nothing. So, you enter the café, which currently has only two groups of three people as customers, and head to the guy at the counter. He only notices you when you are right in front of him and his uniform, a simple yellow shirt with the café’s logo, is dirty.

“Good day, what can I get?” the guy asks and doesn’t even tries to hide he is more interested in your tits than your order.

“Hi,” you answer and cross your arms, “I’m here because you look for a waitress. Can you please show me where your boss is! And by the way, stop staring at my tits like a pervert!”

“The boss is not here at the moment,” the employee replies and sounds like you just insulted him, “you can apply to me for the job. Follow me to the backroom!”

This guy seems to think you are stupid. Of course, you will not follow a creep like him to the backroom of a shop. And you are quite sure his boss is only a few steps away in an office or the storage room. You just have to decide if you want to risk working with a guy like him or just leave and look for something else to do.