Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

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I woke to my phone ringing. I looked at the clock. 8:35am

It was from work. I don't think I have to- Oh. Shit. I was supposed to work like an hour ago.

"I'm really sorry, I had an emergency, I was up in San Diego and didn't get back until early morning hours," I said casually yet convincing.

"No, Rachel. that's not it. You've been late Three times the past month." My manager was not very enthused, but not unhappy either. Seems like a good sign.

"Ok, but the only time I was extremely and unacceptably late was when I didn't show up until 9 for a 6 am shift."

"That doesn't matter. That's too many times for a month. Honey, I don't know if you can work here anymore."

"What?" I said, barely managing to keep a "professional" tone.

"Why don't you come in and we can talk about it. I'll see you soon." She hung up on me before I could say anything at all. How rude. Well.. I guess I should high-tail it out of here.

I went in to the bathroom and peed, then quickly washed my hands and then my face, and went to go put on the average Starbucks worker uniform. Then returned to the bathroom to put on some mascara and eyeliner quick, nothing fancy, then fixed my hair into a pony tail like normal, and grabbed my phone, keys, and headed to work. When I pulled up, it was 8:50. I wonder what she's going to have to say about this one.

"Hey, Snooz-ista," Wendy, another of the workers with my shift greeted me.

"Ha, hi." I said with a friendly eyeroll. She snickered and cocked her head in a direction, of which I'm assuming is where the boss was. I walked into the back to where the workers clocked in. Sarah -that's the manager's name- saw me and said, "Oh, hey, finish that and come sit down in the office."

She got up and went to the back where only employees can go. I clocked in, and made myself a small Pike Place roast with cream. Of course, I put it in my own cup, because she's yell at me otherwise. Not alot of people get Pike Place anyways, so why waste it? I then went to the back and sat across from her at the desk, closing the door.

"I mean, you didn't really need to clock in. You have two hours on your shift left."

"Well, you are supposed to clock in, no matter." I refrained from straining the bitchpitch. She irks me, alot.

"Anyways," she folded her hands on the desk in front. "Your guys' paychecks come in tomorrow, so you guys get paid. You're aware of this, correct?"

I nodded.

"Good. So, this will most likely be your last."

"What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what I said." Attitude much?

"So you're firing me." I summed it up.

"You could say that."

"Alright, well thanks for having me as an employee all this time, Sarah. I'll work my shift and come back tomorrow to pick up my last paycheck." I let a little bit of an attitude come out. After all, it's really only returning the favor.

"I didn't say I was firing you. I can't fire you. You have a contract. You have another month of employment left and today was your last late slip. So you haven't violated anything within the contract, so there's no valid reason I can fire you for. One more late day, though..." she trailed off, leaving it at that.

"I understand. Thanks for letting me know. If you excuse me, I'm going to go work the counter, the pace picks up a little after nine." I stood up and went to the door, and worked my shift.