Hold me in contempt

Introduction

"Waitress, come here!" I heard the bartender moaning. I rolled my eyes in my head and quickly walked with my tray to the bar. "Yes Marvin?" I asked. "Bring those to table number 9 will you" Marvin said and placed some shots and drinks on my tray. "Hurry up!" He said and quickly pushed me. I sighed and placed my heavy tray full with drinks on my shoulder.

"Goodnight" I said and placed all their drinks on their table. "Enjoy your drinks, have a great night" i said and faked a little smile. Nobody replied and looked bored at me. I quickly walked away and cursed them, well in my head then. Those rich people are so disrespectful and so full of their self that it makes me gag.

"Mh-hh Mena i tell you, go out and flirt with so many guys as you want. That's what twentysomethings have to do on their age, but we? We work our fucking ass off in some ratchet nightclub. Even the sluts on the street get paid more then we do" Marvin complained with his fun accent. I leaned against the bar with my cloth on my shoulder. "Well i'm not like a flirty type Marv, i'm not into that'" i laughed.

"Well i won't judge" Marvin said.

"I know you won't judge, that's why we are best friends" i smiled. I pinched his nose and grabbed my tray again. I walked straight to some tables and placed empty glasses on my tray.

"Are you done with that Sir?" I asked, going a little through my knee and held my hand firmly under my tray. His green eyes looked at mine and quickly back to his glass. He drunk the last part of his drink and handed me the glass. "Thanks, have a great night" i said and placed his glass on my tray while walking back. That line was something i could dream right now.

"Bye Marv, see you tomorrow" i said and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Bye Mena, take care" he said and left. I sighed and looked out the window. I can complain as much as i want but there is nothing wrong with the view. It was 4pm and the sky turned a little lighter each second. I sighed and placed my tray away and made the knot of my apron loose and turned it around my waist. I put it in my bag and walked out of the boulding.

"Bye Rafeall" i greeted my boss.
"Bye Mena, great work by the way. See you tommorow" he greeted back and i smiled as reply. I took the well known bus home. The bus stopped for my building and I got in. I walked to my apartment when i saw a letter sticked on my door. "Home command" i sighed out loud. Shit, i forgot to pay the rent again! I ripped the paper of my door and entered my apartment.

It was a totall mess, just like me. I jumped under the shower and combed my big curls under the warm water. I dried my hair and body and wore some simple black dress with my half wet hair.

I watched some tv while eating and felt the need to go get a new hair cut. It wasn't easy to find someone who could tame and handle my hair so i had my own hairdresser for years now. I called her and made an appointment at 8am. Yes, she was used to my weird times but it wasn't better due my job.

I grabbed my work apron from my bag and pulled all the notes out the front pocket. It were all numbers from nasty, horny or married men that don't have something better to do than hit on young girls in a club.

We aren't even allowed tell our name or other personal information to visiters because some of them can Haunt you down and stalk you so most of the time you just give them a fake number or ask for their number.

But the VIP's or rich people are the most complicated because they really think that they can get every single girl just by waving their money. They also have strict demands, like don't talk to them and only serve their drinks. I never actually follow those rules, i mean who is gonna check anyways.

I grabbed all the pieces of paper and threw
them in the trash can, after that turned off the tv and layed in bed for a power nap. I was EXHAUSTED!