The Girl Who Fears Love

The Girl

7:10 am
Opening my eyes I groan. Noooo why work I don't like work work is bad bad bad. I look at the clock.
7:12 am
The number looks at me. Mocking me. Making me hate it. I hate morning's. I pull myself up and go through my morning routine.
7:45 am
Grabbing my coffee I walk out of my small studio apartment. The whole thing a cluttered mess of photographs, paintings and sheet music. It smells like too sweet coffee, dried paint, and vanilla. It smells like home. I walk out to my pickup truck and drive to my job. Waitress. Parking in the back of Ronaldo's an Italian restaurant in my town. It's a beautiful elegant and very expensive restaurant. People spend there 3x my paycheck. I don't understand how they do it. I walk in and groan. Great looks like the owners son is playing manager tonight.
10:10 am
Today sucks. Today is a very sucky day. First Eduardo, the owners son, makes another pass at me, then a rich lady's baby spits up on me, now this a business meeting. Freaking assholes always try to make a pass at me and when I deny them they get mad and take it off my tip or worse make up bullshit to the manager it got to the point where I've recorded the conversations. The thing is today it's not Ronaldo it's Eduardo he might actually try to fire me. Today is a bad bad day and I have a feeling it's only gonna get worse.