What Goes Around Comes Around

Is There Anything You Need

I got up. Part of me didn't want to show up for work, but I had a mall escape with the girls this weekend and we would soon find out, we were living TOO high off the hog.  I would miss those Saturdays.   I felt sluggish again.  I but up and had hot pretend that I was so happy to go on nights.  I wasn't.  Part of me did not want to even go in.  I wanted to drive past the place, down the road past the ranch homes and shopping centers and end up in the country.  I got there.  Becky said, "I am really sorry you have to quit days.  I wish you could stay."  I thanked her, but this hurt so much. Suzie was not as kind.   "You will make kick ass money on nights and the slower pace will help you.  You aren't day caliber," she told me.  I wanted to say, "Fuck you."

   I worked, but it was not the same.   My end was coming.  I tried to talk to Mrs. Lebrich and she said, "We will talk Friday.  Thank you."  She walked off in her black dress,  black house and heels.  

     "Look, I am sorry you got taken off of days," Becky said.  "Is there anything you need?"
"No.  I am fine."
"I didn't mean to be mean to you all those times."
"It's okay."
"It isn't."
"It's okay.  When we are servers, we all want to fit in the with cool one.  We don't want to be the uncool one."
"I know.  I am sorry and I will miss you." 

   I would miss her,  Suzie.  Suzie was out for Suzie. 

    I waited for Friday.  It was a perfect, sunny, early fall day that seemed more like summer.  I did. It want to go in.  I had to talk to Francie Leibrich, the matriarch.  We were slow that day, almost like 9/11.   I had seven tables.   It was a perfect day and I was going to go for a run again.  I haven't gotten my period, but I was running a lot.  I was getting pretty trim and his has happened before.   I didn't have one in September.   I really haven't been with Phil.  There was no interest.  He was drinking a lot, bossing me around, and wanting another baby.   If I was pregnant, I would be so pissed.  Phil wanted his boy.  However, Phil was screwing the expeditor  anyway.  Jessi was young and cute. When I would finally be the Saturday night bitch, I would see how this worked and he always stopped by her government subsidized apartment for a little "fun".

Thursday night was odd. Phil worked til 8. We talked about going away for the weekend next week. Little did we know it was going to be our last. Life was really going to change for us in the next five years. The new management taking over was the first of many changes.  

     "Christine, please come see us," Francie said.  "Fucking bitch," I said under my breath.  "Do have a seat," she said.  Her husband looked at me, and looked at my file.