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Authors: Erika Ashby
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enough. I had hoped that it was a dream and that I didn’t let it happen, but apparently I let my stupid body betray me into not resisting. I should have put the brakes on. I don’t know what I want with him or anyone or my life, period. I’m pretty pissed off at myself as I look in the mirror.
Self, why’d you kiss him? Self doesn’t reply, but instead glares at me for making her feel like she’s been in the head over and over with a sledgehammer.
Ahh, I look like shit. Definitely not the look I was going for today, but I’m kind of in an ‘I don’t give a shit mood’ with the way my head is pounding. I’m praying to the convenience store gods that my Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy boss isn’t there. I have a feeling that I’ll be clocking out early and jobless if she’s there to hound me all day.
I quickly brush my teeth, wipe my face off, and put my hair up high in a bun before throwing on a pair of shorts and my work t-shirt. We’re not supposed to wear open toe shoes to work, but I slide on my flip-flops anyway. I really shouldn’t be tempting fate or being difficult by going against the rules, but as I figured out moments ago, my ‘give a shit’ is currently turned to the off position.
“You’re late,” Joy says from behind the kitchen area as I walk in. I realize that it’s safer to just ignore her for the moment. Let the coffee and Tylenol I took before leaving home take over before spewing a bunch of nonsense that I will most likely not regret later, but will definitely end my career at this wannabe QuikTrip. That’s something I just can’t afford anytime soon.
I sigh at the thought of being stuck at this job. I really have no one to blame but myself. No one told me to quit the amazing accounting job and give up the life I had going. But as I look back, I see that I was the one being a wannabe. Except in my case, I am not sure what I was wanting to be exactly. I was running from who I didn’t want to be. Which was anything that represented who I was and where I was from. I try not to think about any of it for the most part. There’s no reason to let myself get depressed over things I’m unwilling to change.
Two hours into my shift, Adyn shows up. Thirty minutes after that, Joy gathers her things and clocks out, but not before giving me a lecture.
“Dani, do I need to have you write the dress code a hundred times to keep you from forgetting that you aren’t supposed to wear flip-flops to work?”
I want to wipe the sneer off her face.
I cock my head to the side. “I believe you missed your calling, Joy. Maybe that’s why you’re such a witch.” I smile. “But back to your question. No, I clearly knew when I slipped ‘em on this morning that I was most likely going to get talked down to as if I were a child like you always do. But it was just a risk I was willing to take.” I shrug and then turn back around.
“You’re walking on thin ice, Lady,” she says as she heads out the door.
“As long as I’m not skating,” I mumble.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate that woman?” I smile at Adyn. “Or should I do it one more time?”
“You are definitely on that woman’s shit list. I’m still trying to figure out why.” She jumps up on the counter and lets her legs dangle off the edge facing the customer area of the store while I’m stocking the candy aisle. “Sooooo…” She drags the word out. “How’d it go with Hottie last night? Did you let him get some, or more like give you some?” she asks as she hops off the counter and does her best impression of air humping while moaning. Oh Dani. Oh Dani.
“Shut up, you sum bish!” I laugh. Yes, we say sum bish because we had to start making up our own words to keep from getting the fifth degree from Joy for cussing. “And no. The only thing he got was a kiss.”
“Shut the front door! Just one measly kiss? What the hell, Dani. You are wound tighter than a freakin’ yo-yo. Why didn’t you let him walk the freakin’
Self, why’d you kiss him? Self doesn’t reply, but instead glares at me for making her feel like she’s been in the head over and over with a sledgehammer.
Ahh, I look like shit. Definitely not the look I was going for today, but I’m kind of in an ‘I don’t give a shit mood’ with the way my head is pounding. I’m praying to the convenience store gods that my Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy boss isn’t there. I have a feeling that I’ll be clocking out early and jobless if she’s there to hound me all day.
I quickly brush my teeth, wipe my face off, and put my hair up high in a bun before throwing on a pair of shorts and my work t-shirt. We’re not supposed to wear open toe shoes to work, but I slide on my flip-flops anyway. I really shouldn’t be tempting fate or being difficult by going against the rules, but as I figured out moments ago, my ‘give a shit’ is currently turned to the off position.
“You’re late,” Joy says from behind the kitchen area as I walk in. I realize that it’s safer to just ignore her for the moment. Let the coffee and Tylenol I took before leaving home take over before spewing a bunch of nonsense that I will most likely not regret later, but will definitely end my career at this wannabe QuikTrip. That’s something I just can’t afford anytime soon.
I sigh at the thought of being stuck at this job. I really have no one to blame but myself. No one told me to quit the amazing accounting job and give up the life I had going. But as I look back, I see that I was the one being a wannabe. Except in my case, I am not sure what I was wanting to be exactly. I was running from who I didn’t want to be. Which was anything that represented who I was and where I was from. I try not to think about any of it for the most part. There’s no reason to let myself get depressed over things I’m unwilling to change.
Two hours into my shift, Adyn shows up. Thirty minutes after that, Joy gathers her things and clocks out, but not before giving me a lecture.
“Dani, do I need to have you write the dress code a hundred times to keep you from forgetting that you aren’t supposed to wear flip-flops to work?”
I want to wipe the sneer off her face.
I cock my head to the side. “I believe you missed your calling, Joy. Maybe that’s why you’re such a witch.” I smile. “But back to your question. No, I clearly knew when I slipped ‘em on this morning that I was most likely going to get talked down to as if I were a child like you always do. But it was just a risk I was willing to take.” I shrug and then turn back around.
“You’re walking on thin ice, Lady,” she says as she heads out the door.
“As long as I’m not skating,” I mumble.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate that woman?” I smile at Adyn. “Or should I do it one more time?”
“You are definitely on that woman’s shit list. I’m still trying to figure out why.” She jumps up on the counter and lets her legs dangle off the edge facing the customer area of the store while I’m stocking the candy aisle. “Sooooo…” She drags the word out. “How’d it go with Hottie last night? Did you let him get some, or more like give you some?” she asks as she hops off the counter and does her best impression of air humping while moaning. Oh Dani. Oh Dani.
“Shut up, you sum bish!” I laugh. Yes, we say sum bish because we had to start making up our own words to keep from getting the fifth degree from Joy for cussing. “And no. The only thing he got was a kiss.”
“Shut the front door! Just one measly kiss? What the hell, Dani. You are wound tighter than a freakin’ yo-yo. Why didn’t you let him walk the freakin’
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