"So, are you going to hurry up with those burgers or not? The customers would like to eat them for lunch, not dinner!"
"If you gave me a hand, I'd be faster! Unfortunately, I can't grow two extra arms!"
Ah... poor Emily...
I have no idea how she's managing to stay relatively calm when Ingrid is clearly doing her best to piss her off.
The Winter Interschool Festival has only been underway for two hours, and I already can't wait for it to end.
It's just the three of us at the stall handling burgers, hot dogs, and sandwiches.
Judging by the line we've had since the very first minute we opened, we probably could've used at least two more people in the kitchen.
Instead, Ingrid left Emily back there by herself while she handles the register.
As for me, my job is to work the counter and take orders.
My job could've easily been combined with Ingrid's, and she could've handled both.
That way, I could've helped Emily in the kitchen.
But Ingrid refused to hear a word of it.
