I Love My Boss
He is one of my close friends. He's lovely. Yesterday was one of my Sad Days I sometimes have, and so we hadn't spoken much (I just do my thing and keep quiet), and while I was cleaning the flat top at the end of the night he's over by the door to the bar and he makes a little noise to get my attention and gives me a wink and a smile and waits for me to smile back. Then when I was leaving he held his hand up and out and I thought this was a high-five kind of thing going on but he pulls me into a hug and crushes me and by golly this dude is all I live for. Everything I do there I do in his image, and for him.
The other day I met a friend of his at the bar, he introduced me to him as 'my best cook'. I was just kind of shocked and still am. He just turned 39, I'm not even 20, yet we are like Toast and Jam, man. The other kids around my age there, they're pretty arrogant, and he doesn't get personal with them or really like them, and is usually correcting one or another, but we're always super chill. Even when I do happen to make a mistake, he always says "It's okay." And he means it.
When we're going at it to a full-house on the weekends we'll look across the range (the flat tops, grills, and fryers are on one side of this half-wall, coming up, in the center of the kitchen, then on the other side of the half-wall is my boss's station and stove) and sometimes we'll just smile at each other, or he does this blank semi-unhappy face which is a face I pull when people are getting annoying and sometimes a face I give him and he'll do it back. This past weekend we happened to look up and do it at the same time just to make the other laugh and we lost it. He warms my heart. He pokes and pinches my ribs when we're on the line together or when he walks past me as I wash my patties in the sink. I tell him he's wonderful or that he's so pretty when he hands me one of his gorgeous specials across the half-wall. He is wonderful. I will miss him so much when I leave for school. I just realized I've been going straight from 7 to 21 when counting the days (by week you know, today is Monday, next Monday is 7 days, I was doing that 2nd following Monday a 21 not 14) and it is only 17 days until I go back. Not 24. Which broke my heart then, and even more now.
The other day I met a friend of his at the bar, he introduced me to him as 'my best cook'. I was just kind of shocked and still am. He just turned 39, I'm not even 20, yet we are like Toast and Jam, man. The other kids around my age there, they're pretty arrogant, and he doesn't get personal with them or really like them, and is usually correcting one or another, but we're always super chill. Even when I do happen to make a mistake, he always says "It's okay." And he means it.
When we're going at it to a full-house on the weekends we'll look across the range (the flat tops, grills, and fryers are on one side of this half-wall, coming up, in the center of the kitchen, then on the other side of the half-wall is my boss's station and stove) and sometimes we'll just smile at each other, or he does this blank semi-unhappy face which is a face I pull when people are getting annoying and sometimes a face I give him and he'll do it back. This past weekend we happened to look up and do it at the same time just to make the other laugh and we lost it. He warms my heart. He pokes and pinches my ribs when we're on the line together or when he walks past me as I wash my patties in the sink. I tell him he's wonderful or that he's so pretty when he hands me one of his gorgeous specials across the half-wall. He is wonderful. I will miss him so much when I leave for school. I just realized I've been going straight from 7 to 21 when counting the days (by week you know, today is Monday, next Monday is 7 days, I was doing that 2nd following Monday a 21 not 14) and it is only 17 days until I go back. Not 24. Which broke my heart then, and even more now.
22-25, M