Working With Klitz

1. Get A Fucking Job

When I turned 18 I got money that my grandparents had saved for me to go to college with but college never really interested me. To me college seems like a place which takes all your money to teach you the bare minimum then give you a letter to say that you're good enough to do one specific thing.

I was interested in hairdressing anyways and I went round to my aunts at least once a week and she would teach me because she had been cutting hair since she was young.

So since I didn't want to go to college my grandparents told me that I can spend it on whatever I'd like. My mom didn't agree with the idea of the money being completely mine to do whatever I wanted with but there was nothing she could do, the money was legally in my name.

I got the money not long ago, maybe like a month? I got it a week after my first day of senior year in highschool on my eighteenth birthday. My grandparents had both been putting in a little each month since I was 5 so I had quite a lot of money. Obviously when I got the money I pissed away a little of it, who wouldn't?

I would order things off of Amazon all the time like make-up and clothes and jewellery and shit. But I was sure not to spend more than $200 doing that since I wanted to be a little responsible with the money.

Everytime that little brown amazon box would be delivered my mom would complain to me about how irresponsible I am and how I'm wasting it all.

I know my grandparents put a lot into my savings account but everytime in the past I would talk about it with them, my grandfather would always say. 'Take a little, waste it, then be responsible with the rest.'

My mom knew this but it still didn't stop her constant whining.

'Oh my god mom! When are you going to accept that I'm 18 now and it's my own money?'

'Yes I know your 18 y/n and it's your money but you'll keep ordering useless shit you don't need then all the money will be gone. Wasted.' My mom shouted while throwing my recently delivered Amazon package on my bed to try and make a point.

'I don't have to talk to you about my money. It's not being wasted, just leave it.' I sighed.

'No, I'm not gonna just leave it. I don't want you living off of this money then leaving highschool and being lazy with your life. You're already not going to college.' She snapped.

'I knew you were just waiting to bring that up again.' I shouted.

'Yes I was y/n. You're gonna waste your life.' She shouted before sighing and sitting her head in one hand. 'I just want what's best for you y/n. You should get a job so you have money that you actually worked for.'

'I've tried to get a job. 20 times. I didn't hear a single thing back.' I said while rolling my eyes.

'Well try harder. Get a fucking job!' She said before leaving, slamming the door behind her.

Maybe she was right, not about the college thing but I don't want to get in the lifestyle of just being used to having money and not working for it.

A few nights later I scavenged the internet looking for any available jobs and considering I had no past experience my options were limited.

If the job wasn't cleaning it was fast food places. I struggle to keep my own room clean so I don't see how I'm gonna keep other peoples clean and working in a stuffy kitchen with grease in my hair and gross processed food for some reason didn't sound like the most enjoyable job.

I had been looking for an hour until I saw a pop-up of a job advertisement. It was for a theme park where you could either work on the rides, in the restaurants or in the souvenir stores. Working in a theme park actually sounded really fun.

I instantly wanted to work as a ride operator but I looked into it further and I would have to be outside constantly, no matter the weather, that didn't sound as appealing. I obviously wasn't going to work with food so that only left one option left.

I applied and waited about a week before I heard back and got an interview. My mom insisted on giving me a ride there and waiting outside. Part of me didn't even want to apply for the job out of pure spite but I knew it was probably for the best.

She tried to make me wear a skirt, to which I told her I'd rather die after she pulled out a black and white plaid pencil skirt....gross. I just wore plain black flared jeans, presentable enough.

The interview was quite good. The woman seemed to like my answers. Especially when I said 'I hate people who think they can show up and do the bare minimum. I'm someone who does the job because they want to do the job. Not just because it's what I get paid to do.'

Which was something I completely pulled out my ass on the spot but I'm pretty sure that's what secured me the job. She told me I'd got the job on the spot, 'they must be pretty desperate for staff' I thought to myself.

She said that in a week's time I have to come back for the induction day then the two days after that for staff training. When I went back to the car I got in and instantly started fiddling with the buttons on the car to heat up my seat and put something half decent on the radio.

My mom watched me with wide eyes in silence until I was done and looked up to her. 'SO?'

'Oh yeah I got it.' I said while pulling my phone out of my pocket.

'AAAH I KNEW YOU WOULD!' She shouted while pulling me into a hug.

Writers Note~

Sorry for the first chapter being so boring but this is just sort of setting up the story. Obviously Klitz is going to be introduced in the second chapter.