Jocelyn
Tell me why in the heck I never decided to get a job before now? Like, what possessed me to think that I could just slide through life without needing to support myself. Let me think...Oh! That's right! Me!
I was a lazy, ignorant, spoiled brat and now I was paying for it. I was scared sh*tless, ordering a third water, sitting here for over an hour to walk up to the old fat guy we had seen in the back alley the other night.
He was lumbering around with his protruding belly, barking orders out at the cooks and putting his grubby hands on plates and taking them to their tables when he began to get impatient. It was clear to see that they lacked staffing, but I was too scared to go up to him and ask him for a job.
He seemed mean and I didn't want to put myself in a position where
