Toast Girl
As soon as my freshman year of college ended, I raced for the family house in Wildwood, New Jersey. The plan was to work and save up as much money as possible to pay my rent and get me through the next school year. However, it looked like my plans were going to be derailed when I got strep throat and spent two weeks sick in bed.
As soon as I recovered and could go back to work, I needed to find a way to make up for lost time and went in search of a second job. I found one at a beloved restaurant/arcade/miniature golf course, as a brunch/lunch hostess. On my first day of work, I showed up bright and early and reported for duty. But, hostessing was not in the cards for me that day. Instead, I was informed that the "toast girl" was out and I would need to fill in for her.
The toast girl's duties were just what you'd expect. The meal orders came in and I was to pop the necessary breads/bagels/muffins into the toaster. When they came out, I ran them over the melty butter machine and popped them on plates to go out to the diners. I headed into the kitchen, was shown my station, given the basics of the job and set to work.
Not only was this my first day as toast girl, it was also my first day working in this particular establishment. I knew no one. Every single person who entered the kitchen, said the exact same thing to me, "Where's Megan?" It turned out that Megan was the absent toast girl, but I had no answer for that particular question. The restaurant was always busy, I didn't know who Megan was, that she was the toast girl, or even who any of the people asking the question were, for that matter. I was concentrating on the incoming orders, and that bread just kept piling up on the little tray thingy at the bottom of the big toasting machine. A few hours later my shift ended, I was assured that I'd begin hostessing the next day and was thoroughly glad to be escaping the dreaded question.
My cousin AM lived (actually, she still has a house there), right around the corner and I decided to stop over before I walked home to say hello to AM. I turned the corner and headed down Leaming Avenue. As I got closer, I noticed AM's mom, my Aunt Angie and stopped to say hi. She asked about my first day at work and I told her that I wouldn't be starting as hostess until the next day and that I spent my first day on the job as the toast girl. Can you guess what she said immediately, in response? Oh, you know you can.
"WHERE WAS MEGAN?"