Day 16, post number 3. All normal disclaimers apply.
Chapter: 21
Two—is the number of weeks I have been here, and three is amount of jobs I have been fired from.
My first job lasted four days. I was a waitress at Dee-No's. The bosses' daughter's boyfriend had been hitting on me for three days straight. I told him right off that I would rather fuck a dog.
The fucktard followed me into back and dropped flour on the floor. As I cleaned it up, he stood over me. The next thing I knew, the bosses' daughter's screaming the place down and I was being run out by angry Italians.
You know, I do get it. I was on my knees facing him, and he was facing me—but still ... to have them think I was trying to give him a blowjob in a dirty, stinky kitchen pantry is an insult. I should have chased him with the meat clever.
A/N: Well sounds like jobs are not as easy as she thought. Ever had an owner, boss, or one of their kids hit on you at your place of employment?