This was not the original plan.
But what exactly was the plan, anyway?
You know how people think you need to have your life figured out by the time you're off to college; and after that you're supposed to get a stable job, get married, build a family, plant a tree and write a book.
Even though she threw some papaya seeds from her breakfast on the ground of her grandmother's yard once and it ended up growing into a small plant, none of the other check points in that list had been filled so far.
Well, some of it kind of almost happened... But we'll get to that.
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Forging a resume hadn't been the easiest task.
Sure, writing bullshit down is easy. The main problem here was what had motivated her to do so.
Her own accomplishments weren't anywhere near good enough for whatever was on top of her list(like she had any idea anymore) and the 30 jobs she had already applied to didn't even bother calling back for an interview, not even to say they weren't hiring or any lame excuse they could use to get rid of her.
Which leads her to Carnes y Tragos.
A small and dark restaurant that stood on the corner of a busy street and she had never even heard about before stepping in.
The odd writing on the carpet outside the front door says "please come in. we've got bills to pay". It looked like a very familiar feeling so she decided to face it as a sign from the universe to convince her to say "fuck it" and open the door, walking into a room full of portraits of random(and weird) things like a sign that said "Employee of the month: Akeem" with a picture of Ed Murphy in the movie "Coming to America", or a black board with "Soup of the day: our enemies's tears" written on it with white chalk.
'A fucking shithole', she thought. Maybe this was were she belonged.
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"Congratulations. You got the job. You start tomorrow at 10:30. Wear something black. 11 dollars an hour. Any other questions you can ask the manager then. She'll handle it from now on"
Piper stood there dumbfounded.
She had handed her resume to the owner herself, who took a quick look at it and... that was it. No trial, no questions.
"Really?! But you didn't even ask me anything"
"Eh" she looked like she couldn't care less "It says here you've been working in restaurants for what, 5, 7 years now? Plus, we need staff for the lunch shift asap. None of these idiots are capable of getting up before 3pm." the woman shrugged "You look like you haven't slept in a year, though. Think you can make it in time?"
"YES! Yes" she tried to keep a calmer tone "I'll be here at 10:30 sharp"
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this idea came up the other day and i can't get it out of my head. this is gonna be a short one.
vauseman and nicky, obviously, cause i love me some nichols.