[ WP ] After a bizarrely grueling interview process , you 've finally been hired at the local shop ... on your first day you find out the real reason for the screening .

Every slice must be precise, every amount must weigh and measure enough and every piece of meat or vegetable must be cooked to perfection. It's five in the morning, three people are working in the kitchen and four on the stool. This is a small shop yet it has the precision and technique of a fine Michelin restaurant. The pay here is decent, but not a lot of people eat in this place. I work at a small diner in New York, hidden behind the crumbling apartments and landfills. 
 
 The owner is an old fellow, immigrant from Naples. He usually sits alone in the boss office at the back, doing paperwork. You would expect, with its empty location and relative lack of customers that it would be bankrupt by now. However, the business seems to be afloat, no power failures, clean water, everything seems to paid. 
 
 The training was intense. Three days of intense culinary training. Afonso is nice kind old man when you talk to him, but in the kitchen, the guy's like Gordon Ramsay. Everything needs to be detailed, the mushroom is a centimeter short and you're out. Luckily, three of us stayed. We had nothing to do, we were all homeless and this seemed to be the best job here so I guess we stayed. Plus, vacations were frequent. 
 
 The door chimes rang as two men entered. They were young, around late 20s, wearing business outfits. 
 
 `` Ahh, new girl, Af must have hired new people,'' one of the gentlemen said. 
 
 `` Would you be interested in a drink, water or soda?'' The waitresses were hired with us. She was acting pretty calm, but I can tell she was nervous. 
 
 `` Yes, we would like 3 of your draft beer, to go, as well as a chicken parm, a Margarita and a clam linguine. Since you're new, I would like to inform you that this is the usual,'' the man spoke very clearly like he had been here a hundred times. He has n't even looked at the menu. 
 
 `` Yes, thank you sir. Anything else?'' 
 
 `` No, thank you.'' 
 
 She ran to the kitchen and placed the orders. 
 
 The kitchen lit up on fire. The air smelled of caramelized garlic and tomatoes. Once of the guys did the Margarita. The other did the chicken. I did the seafood linguine. Everything was prepped so dishes came flying off the kitchen very quickly. Maybe time just flies when you're stressed. 
 
 The men accepted their orders and stood. They held their order, encased in plastic in one hand. As they exited, one of them spoke. 
 
 `` New guys are good. I bet boss will like it.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I guess he wo n't shut the place down anytime soon.''
