What Goes Around Comes Around

The Clouds Rolled In

That Monday night, the sun set. The sun set on the lives that my life was ever going to be the same in ANY category, I got up. It was October but the trees had not turned yet. It was just a gloomy day, I got dressed, too the girls to daycare and went I to work. Phil grumbled something but he just finished inventory so he was tired. I parked our Mercedes, a Kompressor, ur a nice car. I walked in and I was greeted by Lana Jordan, a fellow server, a nursing student. She was cute, up her personality made her desirable. She worked a lot, she worked some nights, some days. She was also good friends with Susie Evan's, who was in good with the new people as well as Becky Zehr. They talked of their skills. I tried to get them familiar locally. I thought I was doing the right thing.

"Why was your husband crying last night?" She asked. She knew.  I wanted her to get real with me.
"I am not sure."
"Why was your husband crying last night? Don't you know?"  She knew. 
"I do not."

She did this all day. ALL fucking day. Becky was weird as well, asking if I wanted to have "one last baby". I felt a little weird, but Phil and I rarely did it. Phil and I weren't happy. He cheated and I cheated, but we were there "for the kids".   My husband came from a broken home, so he just didn't want to divorce.   He lived with his dad in Chesapeake.  He would go back there and the girls would be split up and they were my mini me's.    I always wanted an Avery though, Becky knew so did Suzie. A few new girls, cute and perky walked in and they talked of their expertise. "I was the wine steward at the country club for years, but I want more."  The Leibrich's were making this their own.   They were GORGEOUS!! One even looked like Denise Richards. Her name was Susan Wilson. "I have worked at Gianni's. I have been a server for three years," and the Lebrich brothers seemed fascinated with her. "Maybe I am old hat, but my husband works here, so there has to be SOME security. There has to."  There had to be something and I would hate that something.  I would hate it to death. 

Lunch was slow, but I eat the years, we had become stale. I heard Mrs. Lebrich say, "it is like 1979. We want new and we want fresh,".

Morgan was sort of the HR Lady. Suzie and Becky were chatting with her.

"He wants to bring in new people, move some of the weaker people to nights, you know, smaller sections?" Then I heard it. "Like, Christine. If she wasn't such a chatterbox, she'd be in days but I thunk they are going to nut her to nights and you know why she is here? Phil. I mean I wanted her gone years ago. She is such an airhead," In should have known, but I hung on, thinking I would be like Katrin, a figure here until she moved back to Sweden, I was going to retire here, and something was telling me otherwise.

   "So with these new girls, what is going to happen to me?"  I asked Morgan.  She looked at me, ten years my junior and said,  "Well, you are just going to have to find out."   She turned back the them.  Yes.  Little Morgan with her pumpkin face went to school for this and rose through the ranks.  She loved it when she went from server in 2003 to manager,  I sort of wanted to be the manager,  but she got pregnant out of wedlock and the former management took pity upon her.  What was going to happen to me? 

    "They won't take me off of days.  My husband is a manager," I said to myself.  However, I would find out, Becky and Suzie, who were drinking pals were talking behind my back and even lying about a few things.  "You know, she hits on customers,". Becky would say and Suzie would say, "And yeah?  SOME of them are married!"  Morgan was their buddy now.  I was cute.   Becky looked like a plain Amish girl and Suzie looked like Kate Moss at three hundred pounds. She was a big girl.  Put her on nights as the closing server.  That job always went to an undoubtedly ugly woman.   Right now they were trying so hard to keep a closing server.  Well that would  change.  

    I guess they were having Ken soften the blow.  He was a sweet manager, looked a lot like Willem DaFoe.  He began with the kitchen, as he had to let down Kamala first.  She was a shy kitchen girl.  She left red faced and crying.   I asked if she was okay.  She said, "No. I am down to three days a week."  "I am so sorry," I told her.  I felt bad for her.  She was a farmer's wife and didn't have much to look forward to.  I thought to myself, "They wouldn't do that to me,". I said to myself.  "I am good looking and a husband of a very good manager.  They wouldn't do that to me," I kept telling her.   Olivia is a lesbian dishwasher 22 and so cute but she would always tell me, "All that smile at you are not your friend."

   I would come to a lot of realizations in the next twenty four hours.