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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 13, 2012 2:26:14 GMT -5
05:00
Matthew awoke, staring at the obnoxiously bright alarm clock situated on the dresser. The staring contest simply continued as the blond attempted to assess his situation. Technically, he still had an hour before he had to get ready and leave. He could easily slip back into that blissfull dream-land of his for a little longer, right?
Instinctively, the blond pulled the stuffed teddy bear closer to him, hiding his face within the safety of the plush. He could afford another hour, he had only been asleep for two beforehand and it didn't take too long for him to get ready and rush out the door. His tired eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the warmth of the blankets, as sleep regained its hold on him.
A brief few minutes passed; at least, that's what it seemed like, when a small ray of sunlight trickled in through the curtain. The pesky streak of light landing directly on the sleeping Canadian's eyes. At first, he didn't take notice, until he felt himself jarred awake by the warmth. Instincts told him to open his eyes, and that he did; only to shut them once again soon after. Placing his arm over said senses to shield them from the attacker.
Wait...sun? The sun wasn't supposed to rise until at least seven..
Eyes went wide as Matthew jerked up, hastily picking up the alarm clock next to his bed and staring at the time.
08:00
"Dammit!" he cursed quietly, placing the electronic device back on the stand. Oh, this was bad. He was already supposed to be at work! What if his boss got mad, or even worse, fired him?! This definitely wasn't the first time nor the last time that this would happen, but panic began to set in. He could definitely not afford to lose this job.
Quickly, Matthew sprung to his feet; not even bothering making his bed and grabbing the pile of clean clothes he had laid out earlier last night. Rushing to the bathroom and taking a shower as fast as humanely possible. He didn't even have time to wait for the water to warm up, instead just jumping in head-long and regretting the action. A shiver running down his spine as he yelped.
No time, no time!
He brushed his teeth in the shower and washed his glasses off under the running water. Those were two extra steps in his morning routine that he could get out of the way. Finally, stepping out of the shower, the Canadian began to quickly dry himself, getting dressed in his waiter attire, and attempted to comb his hair.
"Are you going to do this again?" he pouted, staring at that one isolated curl. It was the bane of his exisitence. It never stayed down; no amount of water, combing, hair spray, nothing... it all seemed to have no effect. Yet, he continued to attempt to get his hair straight every morning. Matthew could only groan at the futile effort, just sighing and leaving it as is.
He spared a glance over to the clock: 08:14
Rubbing the back of his neck, the Canadian grabbed his back-pack and ran out the door.
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By nine-thirty am, Matthew had finally reached the place of his employment. But, something odd had caught his eye...the lights were still off and it didn't look like anyone else was here yet. The closer he got to the building, the more it seemed like it wasn't open.
Strange... he was sure that Mr. Vargas hadn't designated this as a day off or anything.
Stopping at the front of the door, he took notice of a piece of paper stuck to the door. Carefully taking it off of the entrance and opening it, reading the contents:
"We'll be back around noon.
No one was here to open the door."
Well, that would make sense why no one was here yet. The thought entered his mind and he couldn't help but smile briefly. That meant he had a couple hours before they could get started. Matthew reached into his pocket and grabbed out his ring of keys, finding the correct one and opening the restaurant door.
Once inside, he made sure to lock it again; instantly heading towards the break room and placing his backpack in his designated locker. Well, even if no one wasn't here yet, the least he could do was get things started, right?
Matthew left the comfort zone of the room and walked out into the main dining area. Starting to place all the chairs off of the multiple tables and down onto the ground, pushing them in. Then proceeding to set all the tables with the silverware that had been prepared the night before.
At the very least, they would be prepared for the first set of customers that walked in.
Letting out a small sigh, Matthew surveyed his work; a small fullfiled air surrounded him and he felt accompished. All that was left to do now was wait until the others arrived. The blond retreated to the breakroom, having grabbed a glass of water along the way. There were many vacant seats, so it didn't take him very long to plop down in one of them.
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Matthew took a nice long gulp from the glass and took out his phone, taking in the time that appeared on the front screen."Ten-fifteen." he droned, setting the object on the table. Violet eyes closed slowly as he lowered his head and placed his arm underneath as a makeshift pillow.
Half an hour wouldn't hurt. [/blockquote] |
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