“Oh,” Ben said, crawling over to the register and pulling down a sheet of paper and handing it to me, “Carl left this for you.”

“God, what now?” I grumbled looking at the angry handwriting, “Not another one!”

“What is it?” Ben asked, peeking over my shoulder.

“Apparently I’m not doing anything around here or something. Our manager is a creep,” I said, taking the note and ripping it up angrily.

“Hello? Can I get some service in this place?” An angry voice shouted on the other side of the register. Ben popped up to greet them. I continued to stay under the counter with my head pressed into my knees.

“You gonna be okay down there?” Ben whispered.

“I’m a little depressed, Ben, if you haven’t noticed,” I mumbled. And, I was. It was killing me. I felt like a total reject because I felt like I was being ignored.

“Go take a breather, Meg. It wouldn’t hurt,” Ben offered, and then called out an order to Andrew.

“Good idea. Thanks Ben,” I said, crawling my way out.