a minor inconvenience

5. these damn kids

Park Sujin♡
Sitting back down at my desk, I saved my still open files, double-checking and closing them. When I turned off my monitor my dark reflection stared back and me and it was, in short, a mess. After being made fun of by those high school girls I was feeling a little down about my appearance, it didn't help that my new coworker was making me feel old, calling me Miss Park like I'm some grandma. I finally got up taking my hair out of the knot on my head and brushing it out, I paused and checked the time on my phone. I spent all night in the shower but never managed to use it.

"I...probably have time. Should I?" I asked nobody.

"Just do it alright let's go." I answered myself, I have always had a habit of talking to myself. Quickly I decided that I should just go shower since, the longer I thought about it, the less time I would have to actually shower.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the water slowly drifting into my thoughts. I missed out on a lot of opportunities when I was younger trying to figure out what the right thing to do or way to go was. I have become a lot more decisive now, telling myself it was better to make meaningful mistakes than do nothing at all. Will I be able to catch up? Is this the right thing to do? I suddenly felt the water I had let run over my hand burn me and drag me out of my thoughts. I barely turned the heat down and got in.

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I stepped out into the foggy bathroom, now clean, and wrapped my towel around myself and another wrapped up my hair, then ran to my room. I had spent too much time in the shower. I dug through my clothes and threw on whatever I could find.

"Oh shit shit shit, gotta go!" I cursed hopping around the room trying to get my socks on. I started frantically looking for my jacket and my towel slid off my head and pulled my hair.

"Ahh today is not my day! Ow ow ow!" I brushed my still wet hair and grabbed my phone shoving it in my pocket. "Ok, I have everything yes? Ok oooh-k." I grabbed a mask and shut off my light as I headed for the door.

"If I can't look nice I can at least cover it." I grumbled and stomped my shoes on rushing out and locking the door behind me, I had almost forgotten my keys.

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I practically ran through the front door of the store finally stopping to catch my breath, I may or may not have jogged here, but I arrived on time at least. The boy from yesterday was at the register this time and stared blankly at me as I panted hands on my knees. I stood up straight realizing I was yet again making a fool of myself at work, and went to greet him, but got cut off.

"Good, you're here. I'm on register which means you get to do inventory, lucky you!" He smiled at me though it came off more smug than cheerful, damn kid.

"Gah whatever, gimme a second to clock in." I waved him off and headed for the office at the back of the store.

"Fighting!" He cheered at my retreating self.

On my way out of the office, I put on my work vest and grabbed a clipboard, and a pen. I started at the back of the store where there was a small cart with things that needed to be shelved and drug it behind me marking what we needed and putting things away as I went. A couple of people came in and left as I went around but thankfully nobody bothered me.

Now there was no one in the store but my coworker and I, the same song played for what I swear must've been the 3rd time in a row and I finally got tired of the silence between us.