=FIFTY THREE=

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One year ago,  I hate my job!  I hate this f*****g job!  Working as a waitress in this stupid restaurant feels like a f*****g curse! I'm just from talking to a rude customer who demanded for soup but then I brought salad. She said she had asked for soup not salad. And I swear I heard her demand for salad the first time. So I'm forced to bring her soup. But then again, she complains about the soup being cold. Now I have to get her some hot soup or I'll sure be in hot soup.  Ugh!!! I'm FREAKING cursed!  "Karen! Getcho' ass here!"  The dumb supervisor yells.  I roll my eyes as I head to the the kitchen with a tray in my hand and the white rag hanging on my shoulder.  That old, fat man with a big potbelly is the most annoying asshole I've ever met. The guy walks around like he owns the

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