5
Work and Pining for Some Attention
“Wake your ass up,” my mother said to me. She made sure it was a yell. My eardrums hurt from her fussing. I never checked the time before turning my back. “Your ass shouldn’t come to my house so late. You know damn well you gotta be up for work.”
I appreciated my mom. I really did. However, I was so groggy; all I wanted to do was sleep. It was 7:30 in the morning.
WAP!!!
“Oh My God, Joanne!” I said as she slapped one of my legs. I made a yelp because that slap hurt. She had the determination for me to get out of bed by any means necessary.
“Get your ass up! I ain’t gonna tell you again.”
“Fine,” I said in an indistinct murmur. “I am going to call them, alright. I’m going to tell them I’m not coming.”
“The hell you are. You are going to that job.
