New Job In A Fried Chicken Shop (night of 15/08/2019_

I have a new job. I seem to be working in some kind of chicken shop. I am unsure what my duties are, but I am fairly sure I am not behind the counter. A new person has also started - his eyebrow is a single circle. He is messy and dirty - his jumper is covered in disgusting bits of food. He serves customers. I stand in front of the counter. Vague memories of having to fetch something - or clear something away. A middle aged woman comes in - called Steph? - I am told that I will learn far more if I follow her. Here we go, I think about my cosy old job at GTech, where I was comfortable and didn't have to think about learning anything new. She moves quickly and we walk into a corridor passing other people - then up the stairs. Somehow I lose her. I look out for her orange top to no avail. I walk upstairs and into what is the call-cantre - this is a call centre for a delivery company - somehow connected to the fried chicken shop. Lots of people behind phones asking how they can help. People smile at me. I smile back at them, unsure if they are smiling at me or co-workers, A lotr of them are wearing band T-shirts. I am hot and anxious.