“My name’s RI, by the way,” I said. I settled a handful of pans into a dish rack for washing. “I’m Huey,” the new guy said. I wanted to call him He Who Has Giant Earrings (Gauges) – in reformed Hebrew, ‘HWHGG,’ – but I figured Huey was easier on the eyes, ears, mouth and nose. And boy-howdy are they giant. I didn’t look too close. Staring is not polite. They look to be 3/4” gauges, maybe up to an inch. He’s soft spoken. He appears to pick up technique fast. I asked when he had started. Less than a week ago, he had said. I finished a load of dishes and went to check on orders. None were up, but the my manager was there. “Does that other manager work here anymore?” I asked. I was referring to another gal that I had worked with several times before. “Yeah, she works during days,” she said. “But Iron Man got transferred.” (Iron Man is yet another shift manager. I call him Iron Man because of his ability to persevere. I guess he wrecked his motorcycle really bad. Traumatic brain...
The stories of a man working hard to achieve financial peace.