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I was casually mentioning to the guys in the kitchen that I hadn't had dinner and was very tired. One of the cooks gave me a cheese plate that was made by mistake and I was so happy! Then, I got called to the kitchen and there was a pork loin on a ragu of corn, bacon, mushrooms and pearl onions for me! WHAAAAAAAT!!!!!!! Prior to that, one of the runners only said a second family meal was about to be prepared so I could eat then. But they cooked a piece for me that was gonna be thrown away anyway. Oh wow, I felt everything: humility, happiness, gratefulness... It's not like I couldn't have found something to eat or bought something later either. Just that they were thinking of me, even a little bit.. Wow, I hadn't worked for a place like that since maybe Christian Care or Cafe Figaro. The chefs there always thought about the staff. I knew I had to stay at Montmartre for something- I just couldn't see why. It's not the best money, it's almost a huge waste of time. But there is something about the place I feel warmed up to. Maybe I just need to be there for a minute to be taken cared of. I went a week without having to buy groceries because my jobs kept me fed. Not a day goes by I don't thank God for keeping an eye out for me.