February 18
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
'Cause you're the only one
That I know who'll keep them
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
And this is what I've done
I've been a bad, bad girl
For so long
I don't know how to change
What went wrong
Dear Diary,
I don't know what happened tonight. I was working drive through, like I normally do. It was kind of slow, not a ton of customers, just a couple of regulars. The French fry guy, the Super Size number one guy. No one really to write home about. But then, around ten, a car pulled up to the speaker. It was a girl. She asked to speak to a guy. So I handed David the other headset and listened in on the car. She asked David if she and her friends flashed him, if he would give them free food. Of course we can't. So when David told them that, but they were welcome to flash us anyway. I couldn't believe he had said that. So the girls drove up to the window without ordering anything. But instead of David being there, I was there. The girls just giggled and drove away. About half a second later, David walked up. "Where'd they go?" he asked me. I just shrugged my shoulders.
The rest of the night he was pissed at me. He completely ignored me, not saying even one word to me. He would normally say things to me, like when I need my drawer counted or he's helping me get food. I could tell he was upset with me. I believe it was because I didn't let him see the girls. I could help it. I was standing there. I think he might want me to show him my breasts, but he never said that directly, so I don't know for sure. Maybe he wants more. All I know right now is that he didn't say anything to me all night after that. Not that I mind. Sometimes David's comments can get a little racy. I know I should probably talk to him about his comments, but some of the guys make comments just the same and I know they're teasing, so David has got to be teasing, right?
A call came in about two. I had just gotten home pretty much. The car spooked me. I don't know why. I found it difficult to keep my eyes on the scene and my head out of the clouds. This was a simple home invasion robbery, so there wasn't much to see. No blood, no guts. Nothing new that I haven't seen before. Fingerprinting the entry point. Casting the prints left at the scene. My notebook is getting pretty full of the usual stuff. And it's only been two months since the assignment. I really need to get into the lab to see the real forensic science go on. The DNA, the conferring with others, the testing of other evidence and piecing all together. The application for the internship is due on March 1. I need to work on my essay. I really hope I get assigned to the night shift. They are so much more interesting than Ecklie's day crew.