The evening shift (open starter)
Cleaning tables was his most hated of jobs. Diego hated his job as a waiter in general; his heart just wasn’t in it. What he really needed was another opportunity. He needed to be back in the limelight. The theatre was where he truly felt like he belonged.
Yet, he still had to make ends meet somehow. It wouldn’t be for long. His run in Rent had only just ended the month before. Surely something would come along soon. And in the meantime, he would plaster on a smile and he would be friendly and polite and he would continue waiting tables.
It was approaching closing time, a mere few guests milling around here and there as they finished off their meals, or bought their last drinks at the bar. Maybe he would go out himself later, find some kind of pub and drink this day away. It had been a hectic one, that was for sure, and more than his fair share of insults had been hurled at him by some of the other staff.
At times, he felt like it was becoming more difficult to live in London, as a foreigner. Some people just weren’t very welcoming, and he despaired of it. He’d been in London for the best part of twenty years, and things seemed to be getting worse instead of better. A huge part of why working in the restaurant was so difficult was the attitude of some of the staff members towards him and his heritage.
He sighed softly, hoping that the remaining customers would finish up soon and he could end his shift for the night.
