3rd January, 2018
I owed Sophia. I don't know for what this time; the favours just have a way of piling up, but that was the only reason I agreed to interview Amelia. The girl seems nice enough but her track record isn't the best thing an employer wants to see. You know, shop lifting, court appointed counselling, narcotics anonymous, the works. But I smile and nod as I hear Amelia talk about how she's taken a gap year to "find herself" and get some "real life experience" knowing full well I'm going to shake her hand in about 90 seconds and tell her I'll see her here on Monday.
"Well, everything looks great and Sophia's already vouched for you, so if it's okay with you, you can start Monday."
"Oh my god, Tess! Thank you so much. Wow, you have no idea how much means to me."
"Don't mention it." No, really don't because I will be looking for a reason to fire you every second of every minute of every day.
"So, what about my schedule, the uniform, orientation...?"
"Yeah, Sophia will bring you up to speed on that."
"Okay, great. Well, I guess I'll see you Monday, Tess."
"Tessa."
"Hmm?"
"It's Tessa. I'm not big on nicknames."
"Well then, you're not gonna like calling me Ace, are you?"
"No, I am not, Amelia."
I sigh, rolling my eyes as I see Amelia place her back pack on the floor and sit down on the chair in front of mine once again.
"Look man, I know I'm not your first choice for this job and you're only giving it to me because of Soph but I need you to know I'm gonna work my ass off, okay?"
"You better."
"Wow, you have go an attitude."
"Just because you're agreeing to do the bare minimum doesn't mean I have to praise you for it. And I really didn't wanna say this to you, but screw up as much as one order and I will fire you. I don't care if you sue me or threaten to shut this place down. You're out of here as soon as you've outlived your usefulness." I look into Amelia's big, brown chestnut eyes. I swear they'll burst into tears as soon as she leaves the room but props to her for holding them in this long. I can't stand people crying. Or grovelling. Or anything, really. So I simply lean forward and give her a way out of this conversation, "Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am. See you Monday."
"Good."
You must think I'm a bitch, right? Well, I'm not. Cause if I was, I would've already told Andrew about what happened the night of New Year's.
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