FIRED!
1194 Words
I f*****g hate men. They are a bunch of assholes and p*****s. Somehow they always manage to ruin my life. One of 'em fired me yesterday that's why I'm in such a shity mood today.
Let's not forget Diego Romano, shall we?, the fucker who murdered your parents.
Yeah. The fact that that dickhead motherfucking jerk is still breathing haunts my subconscious. Anyway back to the asshole who fired me. It wasn't even my fault FYI.
It's mostly your fault for being late in the first place.
Shut up me. My inner self looks at me arms folded with a cheeky eyebrow raised. Bitchy much.
Okay fine it's partially my fault. It's not like I've been late so many times before, right?
Stop lying to yourself b***h.
Okay fine. I've always been late for pretty much every day of the job. Working at a restaurant as a waitress is not my idea of a fun and fulfilling job. Having to serve old men constantly drooling over my t**s and big ass and gossiping bitches is enough to drive someone over the rails...me for that matter. Part of me is glad that asshole fired me. Now I have more time to focus on my studies.
I'm currently studying Business at the University of New York. Before I unfortunately got fired I used to work during the day and attended night lessons afterwards. I gotta say it was a lot to juggle but I made it work somehow. Anyway back to me getting fired...
YESTERDAY
Beep! Beep! Beep! My annoying alarm goes off. Sluggishly, I turn on my bed to turn it off. I pick up my iphone and looked at the time.
6:30 am.
Fuck
I'm late for work.
Not that you f*****g care.
But I do care.
Tell the truth for once.
Fine. I don't give a f**k. Anton is going to be so mad. Let's see how mad he gets first before he explodes. This is probably the thousandth time I've been late, literally.
Thank goodness I finally silenced it's foul screeching. Gracefully, I jumped from my bed and tiredly walked to the shower. That's a lie. There was nothing graceful about the way I got off my bed. The truth is my clumsy-ass self almost fell over feeling so tired. Anyway enough of that...
In exactly five minutes I was done. The water was so freezing that I just went in and got out. Our apartment building geyser hasn't been working lately and the asshole in charge hasn't fixed it yet.
Son of a bitch
Part of me wants to kick his balls.
Frantically, I dry my wet black hair with my blow drier. Finally after some time and effort it's dry...then I go down to brushing it. Once I have combed out all the knots I tie it up into a messy bun having no time to style it the way I want and usually do.
As soon as that's done, I rampage throught my closet looking for something anything to wear. I found a pair of black pants, a white blouse and sneakers to match. I quickly get dressed and I'm ready to go.
I hop into a taxi and after 20 minutes I arrive.
"Finally you're here. Where the f**k were you? Anton was looking for you like a mad man," Jennifer my workmate stated.
"You better get to work before Anton sees you're late and fires you," Jennifer warned.
"One of these days I'm getting fired so it's better if he does it now," I said bored of hearing the same thing over and over again.
Jennifer just gave me a look before I proceeded. This is going to be a long day.
"Lori has your order," Jennifer stated before going back to work.
"This is order for table 9," Lori said pointing to the table in the middle of the room. Carefully balancing the tray of food trying to fall I walked over to the table and placed their order down. A bunch of fat ass men and their sluts drowned in cheap makeup were sitting there.
"Is there anything else I can get you," I asked politely.
"Yeah sweetheart." The dude to my right replied. I internally rolled my eyes at the name he just called me.
Cheeky much jerk
"You," he continued and I just chuckled honestly unamused.
"Sorry sir but I'm not on the menu," I so kindly stated with a cold expression on my face.
"Bring us four glasses of water," the other guy said and I walked off. When I felt a hand on my ass I stopped and looked behind me. The cheeky ass jerk had his hand on my ass and a smirk plastered on his face. One of these days I feel like punching someone.
Punch this jerkass.
Before I could do something he would regret I walked off.
I returned with their order. As I was placing the glasses down the asshole from earlier was eyeing my t**s and ass. I almost felt like pucking. If this motherfucker does not remove his hairy hand from my ass I promise I will do something he will regret.
"How much do you charge per night sweetheart?" the dude asked and I was taken off guard. I composed myself before speaking.
"Unlike your bitches right here, I'm not a w***e," I replied with a cheeky smile.
His fucker's hand is still on my ass.
Before I realised it I saw red and smashed the tray I was holding on the son of b***h's head. I didn't stop there...Oh no. This asshole had it coming... he had his fun and now I was gonna have mine. I jumped on him causing him to topple down on his chair. I punched him over and over until my knuckles hurt but that didn't stop me.
Vete a la mierda gilipollas. ¡Jerdos!
(f**k you asshole. Jerkass!)
I broke his crooked nose and bursted his lip. His face was now bleeding profusely and I liked the colour of his blood. Red is favourite colour after all.
"Stop...this...bitch," he said winning and begging. "Someone...get...this... bitch...off...me," he groaned.
A large crowd gathered around the scene but none dared to intervene. I didn't stop until I had beaten the dude to a pulp and he lost consciousness. That will teach him not to mess with a b***h like me.
The next moment I was yanked from on top of that loser.
"Hombre que," I screamed as Anton quite literally dragged me outside.
(Manwhore)
Everyone looked at me with judgemental eyes but I couldn't have cared less what they thought of me.
"Get the hell out of my restaurant," Anton screamed at me and I just chuckled. He had an unamused look on his face but I didn't care.
"You're f...," he began.
"I'm what... Fired? Oh no... I f*****g quit," I said walking away.
"Either way I never want to see you near my restaurant ever again. You hear me?!," Anton screamed behind me and I just gave him the middle finger.
Whatever asshole. I don't wanna be anywhere near this hell hole anyway.
Kiss my ass douchebag!
- Writer
