The thing is I am a SUCKY waitress. I don’t pay attention, and I usually spill something on someone at LEAST once a night. So now I will have to apply myself, I mean I really need this job. I have nothing else going for me, I dropped out of college, live in a tiny apartment, go on a gradually decreasing number of dates, and have few friends. So now I am thinking about this as I scrub creamy blue cheese, out of the red rug in the restaurant. The manager touches the middle of my back as if to say “I saw that!”. So as I walk home at 11:00, I’m pretty sure I am out of a job. I forgot about the Mini-Muffin Man’s curfew and have to share an elevator with him on the way up. No girl today, cool.
“Hey.” he cooly says.
“Yeah, hey…” I mutter.
“So are you this rude to everyone?” he draws out the “one” a little too long.
“Just jerks.”
“Hmph, yeah you’re a peach lemme tell ya!” I walked into my apartment and closed the door. For some reason I slid down onto my floor and started crying. What is wrong with me?