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When Malcolm kicked the camp stove and shouted, the wild Patrat ran away in fear. And so, after packing his things away, Malcolm continued onward. He arrived at the restaurant just before 3pm. "The Fort, Saloon and Eatery" was clearly more of a bar than a restaurant. It wan't very busy yet, with only a few people at the bar and half the tables full. 

Malcolm was greeted with a frown by one of the servers. When Malcolm told her he was hear to work, she gave him a fake smile then went to get the manager. The manager was all business when he arrived. He ushered Malcolm to the kitchen as quickly as possible, clearly embarrassed by Malcolm's appearance. 

The "training" was brief. Bobby (the manager) showed Malcolm how to operate the large, outdated dishwasher, and he showed where to put all the dishes after they had dried. Nobody else talked to Malcolm the whole time. Everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Malcolm got to work straight away, washing the pots and pans left over from the cooks preparing for the day. 

The first two hours would go by rather steady, making Malcolm think this might just be easy. But by 5:00pm, dishes started piling up. No matter how fast he moved, the stacks kept getting higher. And as it would turn out, taking out the trash and unclogging a toilet were also part of the job. 

[i](OOC Note: You mind if we ignore the times mentioned in past posts. I say this because, in real life, the restaurant where this takes place, doesn't open till 3pm. Or we could go back and adjust our timelines. Sorry about that. lol.)[/i]