A story in which a girl found her first job looking to finally make her own money and finds love with her manager.
Or a story in which 23 year old restaurant manager who swore he'd never be with a younger woman falls in love with his 18 year old new...
"Juliet vamos vas a llegar tarde!" my mom says as finish putting on my lipgloss. "Ya voy mamá!" I yell back as I turn off my room light and head downstairs to our living room.
"Do you have everything they asked for?" my mom says. I nod my head yes. She turns around and starts. heading for the door, "Okay vamos."
I follow her outside to her car. I know. Embarrassing. Why couldn't I drive my car to my first interview? I was too nervous. Even more embarrassing.
I've never had a job. Ever. Most people start working at fifteen or sixteen. But nope here I am eighteen almost nineteen, in three months going to my first ever job interview. Thanks to my parents.
Growing up in a hispanic household is both fun and difficult. My parents have always had the highest expectations due to them coming to America for me to receive a better life than they did. This meant high grades , no drugs , no job , and especially no boyfriend. My parents wanted me to always focus on school.
This was both a good and bad thing. The good part was my parents always taking care of me making sure I always got what I needed and worked hard for it , under their roof. If i kept my grades up my allowance would go higher and I always made sure it did. The bad part was not being able to have a normal high schooler experience work at the mall with friends, at mcdonald's with a funny old lady, at the cafe with cute college men entering and exiting. These were all experiences my friends had experienced and I couldn't help but feel left out. Don't get me wrong I love my parents and everything they've done for me but I wanted this and needed.
The day finally came my parents knew I was going away for college after this year of high school so they decided to let me finally work. I had been applying to different jobs since September and finally I had gotten an interview at an Italian family owned restaurant by the beach. All I could do now is hope they'll like me.
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My mom parked her car right infront of the restaurant and looked over at me. "Okay mi niña don't worry relax and take a deep breath." I listened and inhaled deeply followed by my exhale. My mom knew I was really anxious about making a good impression.
"Okay mom thank you it should be quick. Love you wish me luck." I said as I got out of the car and walked towards the front door of the restaurant.
As I entered I was greeted by an older looking Italian woman. Her name tag read 'Gianna'. "Ciao you must be Juliet?" she spoke in a light italian accent. I replied "Yes."
The restaurant was mostly empty because they had just opened. She smiled at me mean while raising her hand as a sign to follow her. She walks me to the kitchen of the restaurant passing by all the servers and chefs , and hostesses who were still getting set up for open. I felt kind of awkward some didn't notice me walk by and others did. I couldn't even tell what some of them looked like due to the fact I forgot to put on my contacts.
Gianna walked me to the back of the kitchen into a small office. She sat down in front of a desk and told me to sit down on one of the comfy chairs she had in the office.
"Okay let's start off with the basics what made you choose this job?"
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A/N-Ahhh first chapter done, kinda boring but had to set the tone kinda of.. (NOT EDITED)
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