𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤

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I was at work 24/7 for the past for weeks. Barley, any time to spend time with my boyfriend. My boss made me pick up a few hours since we just lost our best employer she quit as soon as she found out her mother was sick and needed to leave to take care of her. My boss was pissed and put her hours on top of mine.

I was having a stressful time with one of the callers. She was yelling her head off because she paid for something she couldn't return.

"Ma'am I already told you the bank doesn't do returns you have to go to the store and contact the store you ordered it from an-"

I got cut off.

"ARE YOU SAYING IM DUMB? IM NOT THE DUMB ONE I JUST WANT MY MONEY BACK NOW STOP BEING A BITCH!"

I wanted to cry.

"Ma'am I can't do that only the store can."

"WHATEVER YOUR USELESS!"

She hangs up, and I groan.

God give me strength for people like her.

-later-

It's now 10:30 pm. I've been here since 6 am im so fucking glad to leave ive delt with 30 arguments with people and about 15 of them called me a bitch or a c u next Tuesday and on top of that we had a meeting and my boss yelled at me saying I'm not doing enough for the team....

I get in my car and sit in my seat of my car and just cry for like 20 minutes sobbing my eyes out till my boyfriend Nick calls me.

"Heyyy."

I said, trying to hide the fact I've been crying.

"Babe, where are you? I'm worried it's almost 11 and you're not home?"

He sounds worried.

"Sorry, um, I'm on my way. I got distracted with my thoughts and forgot I was sitting in my car."

I said with my voice horsed from crying.

"Are you okay, princess?"

I tear up.

"Can I just tell you when I get home it was fucking rough at work."

I ask him

"Yea of course baby girl."

"Okay bye I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay bye I love you drive safe please."

"I will I love you too."

We hang up and I drive home my thoughts of what my boss said and the costumers to my face.

I get home and enter it, and im greeted with open arms from Nick.

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him as he leaned down to wrap his arms around me.

His hugs are the best. His chest is always soft to lay my head against, and how tight his arms are wrapped around me, too.

I start to cry into his chest. I've never cried in front of Nick, so this took him by surprise.

"Hey... it's okay. I got you. You're okay, baby.... talk to me, tell me what happened?"

"J-just work."

I choke out a sob.

"People are fucking assholes."

I said.

"Tell me about it."

He asks.

"Well, for starters, just customers and shit. I've dealt with over 30 people yelling at through the phone over stupid shit. And the hours are sooooo fucking long it's fucking stupid and then on top of that my boss yelled at me today saying basically I'm not doing my part for the team even though im doing the best I can for everyone and I just miss out time together as well and it fucking suckss."

I sob as he rubs my back, still holding me close.

"I'm sorry, baby... It sounds like your job has been stressing you out, and you finally had your breaking point... Is there anything I can do to help princess... it hurts seeing my beautiful hot, amazing, perfect girl cry."

He says, trying to cheer me up.

"Ugggh, I'm literally none of those."

I said.

"NONSENSE NO NOPE I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT BULLSHIT."

He yelled jokingly.

"YOU'RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HOTTEST AMAZING SEXY GIRL I KNOW!"

I giggle.

"There's that laugh I love... no more tears. For me please?"

He pulls away, showing me his puppy eyes.

"Okay."

I say, wiping my eyes with a smile.

He smiles and places kisses all over my face.

"Good girl."

He says, and I smile.

"Wanna get ready for bed and cuddle? I'll let you wear my favorite shirt to bed?"

He says, making me smile.

"Yes, please!"

He chuckles.

I get ready for bed and into his shirt and  lay next to him, my head on his chest. He ruined his fingers and threw my hair, talking to me till I fall asleep.

-end-

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