Sarah. - My Only Options.

^{Option #2:}

^{In my paper, I am comparing how restaurants keep in order. How they care about how clean it is. I have chosen the Potato Patch in Kennywood. I have experienced how cleanliness needs to be in order.}

^{My paper thus far:}

^{The gates of Kennywood opened and customers are already flying in to ride, eat and play games. It’s starting to get hot in the kitchen and I can feel the grease fall on my clothes as I prepare the fry holders on the greasy table. Customers start rolling in the lines of the Potato Patch and we were already slammed. I started to sweat and tried to breath easy as I put fries in the holders. Season salt on this and garlic salt on that, ever order was different and combining with fattening bacon and cheese to put on top of the fries. After 30 customers (maybe more), my shirt was covered in sweat. A lot of the people in the kitchen would check up on me to see if I’m doing all right. As the sun gets higher, I break more sweat than any other girl in the kitchen of the Potato Patch. One girl who was working at the counter, touched my shoulder, “You doing OK?” “I’m fine,” I said and kept getting the orders rolling while slipping on the grease. I almost fell and twisted my ankle since the floors were in bad condition with the grease. The heat from outside of the place is hitting me hard as bad as the fryers, I’m running out of air. My face started to get pale and I needed air out of the kitchen. Mike was lucky enough to see me suffering so he pulled me out of the kitchen.}

^{I’m breathing heavily and I feel embarrassed for heaving so hard for air. “Damn girl, you really put yourself into gear,” he chuckled. I’m cooling myself off with my hand, blowing air in my face. “I’m going back into the kitchen. Let me know if you’re going on a break,” Mike says and walks back into the hot kitchen. In the dock area was me and the janitor who was mopping the floors earlier. He was smoking a cigarette and smiled as I was cooling myself off. I felt weak and I don’t think I can make it any longer. I walked back into the kitchen and pulled Mike aside. “I don’t think I can make it after my break,” I said with honesty. “I knew it was coming. Well, you did a good job today and I hope you’ll come back tomorrow,” he said and patted on my back.}

^{I never went back to the Potato Patch. In such conditions like that, I wouldn’t think I would last all day in the small kitchen with fifteen people around the fryers and at the cash registers. The food business wasn’t my thing and I never got my pay check for my five hours in the kitchen.}

^{Besides all of that, I need to add in MLA formats, cite sources about the health conditions in Pittsburgh.}