random shit and thoughts

Paid

I don't ask for money,

I earn it.

10 dollars a hour,

A young receptionist.

Working at the front desk,

Holding a sweet smile when a customer walks through the door.

Walking back and forth,

Calculating the change.

"I worked 8am to 3pm, 80 dollars. Right?"

I ask my mom.

"I'm not paying you that much, I'll give you 50. Don't ask for more."

"But I worked for it? Don't I even deserve to get paid the right amount?"

"Look hun, I'm not paying that much. You'll thank me when I get food for us to eat. You should be a little grateful that I'm even paying you at all." She responded.

"That's so unfair."
I mumbled.

"Got something to say? Go ahead." She turned around.

"Nothing." I said.

"Nothing is what you'll be saying to your phone. Fix your attitude. And let me know when your hungry, I'm making steak."

"Okay."

But why?

I work hard enough,

I do what I'm told.

Yet I don't get the right pay?

(Ugh. >:C)