I understand that sometimes a smoker has to smoke, even if it’s on the clock. But does he have to smoke every fifteen minutes–in total disregard of lunch rushes and the “team concept”? And someone please tell me how many smoke breaks do you have to take just to get by? Let me just tell you this story. Two hours into my shift, my fellow busser and the manager on duty walked back into the restaurant, Shelly Sholes, smelling like Newports and Ax Body Spray. The busser, John Christopher, who I called Tar-Lung, was seventeen and walked and talked like he was the love child of Shaggy. The manager, F.J., nineteen, ghost complication with an outdated Eminem hair cut—it makes him feel hardcore. No

No ladies and gentlemen, this is not a Nicholas Jeff story, but it could some day influence one. Why? Because it's disappointing how the once proud and successful California Cafe has fallen into the unbearable eye-sore and disappointment it is now. I, a former employee of the Cafe, am utterly disgusted at how Tavistock Inc. has allowed the Atrium, also known as the Clarksburg, of this restaurant to fall apart due to water damage. Build as an add-on, the Atrium is a room facing the mall entrance and Fresh Choice. This room was used for large private parties or for anyone who wanted to sit in a well-lit room with huge windows. However, in the winter of 2005 or 2006, the roof started linkin

 As an experiment, and as a personal interest to myself, I brought the Nicholas Jeff Story from my personal blog, www.pyersedandridge.com, to this site. The idea is to see if a serial story would work on this online newspaper. Nicholas Jeff uses satire to explore the life and job of busser Nicholas Jeff through his point of view and thoughts. This shows the stupidity and foolishness of the restaurant industry, which seems to focus more on brown-nosing customers and employees as opposed to motivating and strengthening hardworking employees, like Jeff. But what do you guys think of this? Does serial story work on this site? Or if serial story do work, does Nicholas Jeff work well for this

A wise man once told me that everything can be offensive. I always thought that was an exaggeration, until today. I came to work happy that my cousin was going to sell me a new laptop for $300, and my lady friend, whom I had been spending time with, decided to take our relationship to the next level. And I got a lot of really good family news. Not to mention last night I had made $119 in tips. I was on a natural high. But today I had to work with a second busser--the ever-irate George Heller. George walked in as if he was a drill sergeant: buzz cut, chest out, no facial hair and not a single wrinkle or spot on his uniform. He walked like a dictator and scanned the room as if he had just

Hello, my name is Nicholas Jeff. Try not to make too much fun of my name, but I would agree that it’s pretty messed up. And so is my life. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything horribly wrong with me, but I just get into these dumb situations that just drive me crazy. Take today. I woke up with the taste of long island iced-tea on my breath and the sound of beeping from my alarm clock. In the process of turning off the alarm clock, I slipped on a hot wheel and broke my laptop. Cursing the toy, I told myself my daily lie, "It's going to be a good day," repeatedly. Then I flew to the shower, made a quick sandwich and arrived 33 minutes late for work. “Nick!” my boss Donald yelled, “You