[Name: Gary Harris]
[Level:2]
[Skills:4]
[Cleaning Lv2]
[Communication Lv4]
[Cooking Lv3]
[Stamina Lv1]
“Don’t fucking smile at me you little prick, you look disgusting. Just ring up my fucking order and don’t say shit to me.” A customer greeted Gary at the counter.
“Good morning to you too, sir. What would you like on the menu for today?” Gary politely greeted with a smile.
This customer was probably just having a bad day and wanted to let out his frustrations on the innocent fast food worker handling his food. While Gary wouldn’t act in the same way under the same circumstances, he could understand how people who weren’t taught right could. By inflicting the negatives that the world inflicts on you, it makes some people feel better about themselves. There was also the thing with fast food workers not getting respect anywhere by anyone. If someone is doing worse than you, the world says its ok to treat them less than human sometimes.
“Two jelly sausage biscuits, burrito sausage, and a vanilla shake.” His face seemed to be stuck in a permanent frown.
“Yes sir. Anything else?” Gary asked for the customer’s sake.
“If I wanted anything else, I'd fucking order something else. Just go make my fucking food you little gremlin.” He snarled.
“Your order is coming up. Will that be cash or card?” Gary kept the company’s highly-recommended smile on his face.
“...” He just looked at Gary with disgust as he tossed his card on the counter.
Gary swiped the card, watched it go through, and then handed the customer his ticket. “Your number will be called out when your order is ready. Please wait at one of the tables or to the side while your order is being prepared.” Gary informed him. “Next customer!” The man walked off still giving him the stink eye for some reason as the next customer came up to the counter.
“I’ll take this one! Boss wants you cooking before the complaints start coming in.” Emelia appeared behind him.
“Got it, Emelia.” The smile on Gary’s face stayed on as he turned his back to the customers and headed to the kitchen in the back.
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Now it was time for the best part of the job. Gary fell into a trance as he began to cook using the ingredients in the back. Ever since he woke up as an NPC with a video game system, he’s been handling it somewhat well. The feeling of leveling up his skills and accomplishing quests took over almost everything in his life. Since getting the system, Gary now worked 6 days out of 7 from 8am to 12am. He would have gone 7/7 if it wasn’t required by law for companies to give all of their employees at least 24 hours off once a week.
[Cooking has leveled up!]
Gary could hear the collective gulp of his fellow employees as he finished making the customers‘ orders. The unbelievable aroma spread throughout the kitchen and even reached the counter where Emelia was taking orders. Gary could swear he heard a customer berating her for drooling and not paying attention to them. Pride filled his being as he looked at the successfully cooked food. With food like this, Gary was sure that instead of a team member the boss was going to permanently make him a cook. Gary wouldn’t have a problem with that.
He just wished he got paid better. All this work and effort and time just for 12 dollars an hour. Thankfully Gary had the system, otherwise he wouldn’t know what the hell he would be living for! Now even this meaningless minimum wage respectless job had significant meaning and purpose to him. Especially since he was a high school dropout.
“Orders ready! Try not to take a bite or the boss will fire you! He’s done it before, trust me! Just wait until break and I'll make you some if you put in an order.” Gary shouted.
Some of his past co-workers couldn’t control themselves and would actually eat some of the customers prepared food. Said customers would immediately complain, fuss, and screech about it. A right they were entitled to as their paid for food was eaten before it got to them. The boss spared no mercy in publicly firing them and embarrassing them in front of the other employees and customers after watching the cameras. Cameras he was watching nearly every minute of the day looking for faults to pick out in the employees.
“Aughhh. I should’ve ate breakfast before coming in today...”
“Gary, I don’t understand why you don’t go work at like a real restaurant instead of this place.”
“I’m going to get so many views after recording Gary’s kitchen performance!”
Said video by teenaged employee quickly jumped up in views on the short video app. The type of food prepared by Gary was the type of food that they showed in advertisements and commercials for fast food places. The best of the best food. The absolute perfection of the items showed on the menus. Quickly, the comments went crazy asking the poster for the origins of this burger joint. What city was it located in and what was the name of that cook so they could get him to specifically get him to make their food.
“If only someone treated me with the same love, care, and respect that this cook does with his food, I'd probably be living a happier life by now.” ❤️ 10k
“I swear it slipped out by accident.” ❤️ 15.5k
“If only every fast-food worker worked this hard.” ❤️ 5k
Gary’s employee who recorded the video was beside himself with joy at the number of views and follows he received from recording his co-worker. It came to a surprise to everyone that he was promptly fired a few days later once the boss somehow caught wind of him recording the workplace during work. No one knew the legitimate legal reason why he got fired but everyone knew that it was because of the short video he uploaded.
“Idiot shouldn’t have posted his face in the video.” Bria remarked.
“No, I heard he told everyone about our place. Exact location and all that. I think someone must have reported him from the app and got him fired.” Dennis spoke up.
“Dumbasses come and go. Working in fast food always had a high turnover rate since no one cares. The employees, the managers, the customers. Not a single person gives a shit.” Mike grumbled.