Friday, February 15, 2013


The uniform was the worst part about her job as a food server. She loved dishing out spaghetti to the students and wiping down the tables at the end of her shift. It was the matching brown polyester pants, shirt and cap that really got her down. What she wouldn't have given for a pair of jeans and hoodie for spooning out the refried beans on taco day or mashed potatoes for the holiday feast meal. Unfortunately, the uniform was part of the job and so long as she wanted to work there, she'd be sporting the threads, dreaming of trading places with the countless girls wearing the Gap or Aeropostale on the other side of the counter.

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