Here's a continuation of the dish pig narrative incorporating the new details:
Week One Down as a Dish Pig
One week in the books as a dish pig. It's a challenge after roadie work, though less grueling. Following orders and scrutiny here still keeps me on my toes.
Joe seems harsh at first, but wants people listening. Maybe it's a Filipino inferiority complex, who knows. But each day I grow stronger.
That storeroom was a mess before I organized it. My plan worked - they made me clean my own mess. Lulu was impressed, hating cleaning herself. Joe too, letting me tidy up.
The previous day when I rearranged things, Joe had snapped, "Don't touch anything!" He said the Lebanese owner visited for the first time in months, eyeing my changes but saying nothing - not good news to Joe.
A tidy storeroom is essential with their 3 cafes. I explained I was just applying kitchen logic so we can grab stock faster. Joe is coming around, praising my "initiative."
Lulu and Marie are lovely, unlike the smug Caucasian orderly who listens to his phone all day. I chat with the foreign cleaning staff too while disposing rubbish at B2, learning little tricks. We are the unseen "elves" keeping things running.
Between the cafe, storeroom, and B2, the cards and elevators create a maze. It's a cancer ward - two worlds, administration and frontline staff versus us in back.
Collecting rubbish and supplies, I intersect both worlds as an unofficial worker bee. But I'm gaining respect, having initiative and chatting with staff unlike the standoffish official teams.
Joe seems satisfied as week one finishes. It's still a tightrope act, but the knots are coming loose. I plunge my hands into dirty water, staring down week two in the pit. Calloused hands will be my badges of honor.
Let me know if you would like me to expand or modify this continuation in any way. I'm happy to keep building on the narrative.