Random Scrap:
I wouldn't say that people working at Michael's were my family but with so much time spent in the restaurant they involuntary had become a part of my life. It certainly did feel feel like a reunion when we all showed up a day before the opening to clean the place up. It was the most relaxed we had all been, Michael kept telling jokes and no one cared to wear a shirt or even shave. Of course starting tomorrow it was going back to the normal - Michael yelling about garlic bread being cold, Gabriel complaining that the trays had not been cleaned properly, Jose inventing the most elaborative Mexican expletives directed at me. And of course Ron, I think I miss him the most, joking around and calling me Polska Duma (the Polish Pride). Everyone was back for the new season except Mark, the floor manager, something that no one seemed to be sad about. I was going to retain my position of expeditor although I'd be getting some assistance from one of the bus boys if things got busy. I was happy to hear when JC, Michael's brother, complemented me on my performance in the last season.