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P.O.V Angelina ( one year and four months later)
Days Like This I'd rather be home in bed binge watching Pitch Perfect, but instead I'm walking the streets of Sweden right after getting fired.
"I got fired again." I said as soon as Viktor picked up the phone.
Viktor sighed on the other end.
"This is the seventh job you've been fired from." He said probably annoyed.
Yes I just lost my seventh job, why? Because I may or may not have sent a girl to the hospital.
But it wasn't even my fault, the girls boyfriend came to buy flowers for her, and he told me she was deathly allergic to roses and to give him gardenias instead. However, I may have mixed up the roses and gardenias, and now she's in the hospital fighting for her life.
As I said it wasn't my fault, it was definitely the manger's fault, because why would she put the roses and gardenias next to each other, if she knows they look the same.
"For your information, I didn't get fired from all, I quit some too."
Jobs are hard to obtain okay.
Good thing Viktor was the one helping me get a job or else I'd be on the street.
Literally, that night Viktor had carried me to his house and the next day we went to Finland, and that's when I realized all the money I had gotten from my parents after there death was gone. I didn't even have a penny.
Therefore I had to work for my money, so Viktor decided to be nice and take me to Sweden to have a fresh start. He bought me an apartment, a new phone, and he also went as far as to bring my sister along.
Anya was really pleased to see him, she even started crying, and even though she'd blamed it on her hormones, I knew she would've cried either way.
The first job Vikor had got me after we arrived was a dish washing job at a restaurant, turns out I'm not good with glass plates. The second job was a fast food cashier, and I actually quit from that job because I did in fact disrespect a customer, and I knew I was going to get fired so I just quit. Then I tried bartending, and I had no idea what the hell I was doing.
Then I tried washing laundry, turns out clothes don't only shrink in movies. The last job I had before this, was a security, I had that job for about six months. Begin a security was easy, I just had to sit and watch the cameras.
Until one day there was a robbery, and they actually expected me to risk my life to save the people who were being held hostage. I sat in my chair and called the police, that was what I was supposed to do, if I was to go out there I probably would've made things worse.
There is more but I'll save the details for later.
"I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried everything, even a waiter and you still manage to not keep the job." He said definitely disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I promise the next job I get I'll keep it. I mean at least for a year."
He sighed on the other end.
"I'll see what I can do but for now just go home and relax."
