Krietenna

Controlled Chaos
2015-10-23 15:42:31 (UTC)

I set fire to the rai-...my hair.

My hair was on fire today.
On FIRE.

No, not like "Gurl you so kewl you on fih-ya!" sort of fire. Like, the real, REAL kind of fire.

Yeah I didn't believe it either when Mike told me to stop drop and roll. Hardy-har-har, Mike, let's all prank the newbie.

Nope. Turned out I actually lost a few inches of hair by scorching them off.

Bet not any of my friends can claim their first day of work started with setting themselves on fire.

I had just donned on my new apron, feeling all official when I clipped my little ear-bud thing on, when one of the footman walked over to me, all calm like, and said "So, the kitchen is on fire."

"Um...what?"

"Kitchen. Fire. Just so you know. I'm going to find Sarah."

I was perplexed by her nonchalance, but then realize we didn't want to panic the diners, right? All the same, I walked to the kitchen, and was surprised to see that yes, the fire was in fact actually in the kitchen, setting things on...fire, I guess.

Eric raced past me, screaming "FIRE! I"M CALLING 911!" and thrust this factory-sized extinguisher in my arms. Angela was already there, coughing violently as she aimed blindly at the black smoke that was rising from the factory sized oven. Realizing her fault, I tapped her out and took aim with mine, going for the bottom of the flames.

There was some sort of flare, and I had to step back because of the heat flare. I went to aim again, when all the sudden I heard a shout "RED'S ON FIRE!"

All the sudden I was tackled from behind, yelping as Mike beat at my head with urgency. I didn't realize what was going on until the stomach rolling smell of burnt hair hit my nose, making my eyes water.

"STOP DROP AND ROLL! STOP DROP AND ROLL!" Mike was screaming while the rest of the staff took care of the real fire. I didn't even have to do much, since he was basically doing it for me.

Long story short, eventually the fire fighters came, calmly escorting everyone in the diner out, and making sure we had properly put out the fire. While the chief talked to my manager to see what had happened and what had caused it, a female fighter waved me over. Mike must have told her.

She gave me a quick exam, and making sure I was fine, she handed me a small bottle. She explained that it was special shampoo that would help heal the damaged ends that the fire had consumed. She even had some clippers, being nice enough to clip off the bad ends that had remained. Then the restaurant sent everyone home, saying we'd have the week off while further investigations were taken in the restaurant for safety.

Wonder what they will find.

So yeah that was my first day. Pretty awesome, huh? You hear "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas"...but I took a lock of hair and put it in a bag, probably to put in a scrap book somewhere for the memory.




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