It’s funny that a town so small could have so many issues. Or maybe it is the fact that it’s small that makes it so chaotic. This morning, I had woken up to try to find another job. After being fired from my job at Forever 21 a week ago, I thought it was time to head into the working world again. God, I wish I hadn’t been so stupid to shoplift that scarf. But it was so cold outside, and I needed something to keep me warm. Right? My first stop is the Casa D’ Waffle. A restaurant with such a stupid name should be more than happy to hire a girl ready to work. We’ll see, wish me luck.
What do you know; I’m a bus girl. The cherry on top of my oh-so-unglamorous life. On the not so pessimistic side of things, I did meet a cute boy there. He was waiting to be seated while I was waiting to get a job, not that I let him know that. I think he said his name was something like Harry or Hank… I don’t know why I bother talking to guys though. I’m not a relationship person at all. Since my dad worked in china most of our childhood, we only had a long distance phone call thing, and although we are very close, I can’t exactly say that I trust him. My mother didn’t help that issue much either, seeing as she wasn’t even able to raise my brother and I. we lived with my aunt most of our childhood, at least until the social worker found out about her job at Isabella’s café…. Anyway, enough of a tangent. I got a job, it’s a good day!
A lady came in, Violet was her name. Violet was one of them girls who looks real spoiled, dresses like some sort of model in the Macy's ads, but she looks sad.
ReplyDelete"You need some coffee sweetie?" Trixie Jean was only a few years older than Violet but that few years felt like centuries to her, in that few years Trixie Jean had been through 4 jobs, had two babies, worked infinite hours, and spent countless nights awake with her babies fussin'.
"Yes...yes. please. now." Violet pulled off her big movie star glasses to reveal red-stained eyes and bags that Trixie Jean knew from having two youngins. But Violets bags under her eyes were from a different kind of staying up all night, Violet was hungover as anything. Trixie Jean giggled to herself, the days of going out with the girls, spendin all kinds of time drinking and kissing boys. Trixie Jean missed those days sometimes: where her biggest care in the world was where she was going that night, but now Trixie Jean had responsibility, Trixie Jean had babies. Violet seemed like she could either be really sweet or just be a plain bitch.