“Well, f**k me sideways.”
* * *
I dragged my defeated ass through the doors at H20. I probably appeared as miserable as I felt because Sid just looked at me with pity in her eyes.
Since Thursday night was ladies night, both Sid and I worked the floor. It’s funny, you would think there would be a ton of ladies, but as it turns out, men usually swamped the place on ladies night.
So desperate, I thought.
As I was putting my things on a hook in the employee lounge, Sid came up and began to straighten my hair.
“You okay, Jules? You look like you’ve been crying,” she asked. I could tell she was trying desperately not to feel sorry for me, because she knew I hated that emotion.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine once I bury myself into work,” I assured her.
Without saying another word, she spent the nex
