Well, after searching for three months, I finally found a job. My dream job! Starting this Monday, I will be a professional chef! Not only that, but it’s in a five-star restaurant! The only problem is the uniform. I have to wear a chef hat! You would think that since I’m in the kitchen the whole day and none of the customers would see me I would be able to wear whatever I want. But, no! I have to wear a white apron and a chef hat! Who wears chef hats these days?! Of course, nothing can go perfect. I finally find a job, my dream job, and then I have to wear a chef hat that makes me look like a freak. And I thought that finally getting a good job would impress Annie, but now when she comes to visit me at work, she will see me not at my best, but at my very worst. One of the worst parts is that I have to tell my mom. She knows how much I hate chef hats. Whenever I told her about wanting to become a chef, we always started talking about how I think chef hats are the most ridiculous things ever invented. What is the point of chef hats? They are these tall, white, ugly things that are totally and completely useless. Well, at least I have a good job, right?