Personal Narrative: My New Summer Job

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It was the Saturday of Fourth of July weekend, the busiest day for restaurants at the beach, and coincidently, I was walking to my first independent shift for my new summer job at a quick serve restaurant on the boardwalk in Avon-By-The-Sea. I was mostly confident in my abilities; I could make drinks, smoothies, coffees, write food orders, and charge customers but there was one task I was dreading: making a cone with the oh-so-unforgiving soft ice cream machine. I was hoping by some miracle I would not receive a soft cone order but given the huge mob I saw standing in front of the quick serve windows as I approached, I knew the chances of that happening were zero to none. I hurried behind the counter, grabbed a pen and an order pad and reluctantly
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