The ringing of my phone shook me awake and I grabbed my phone so I could turn my alarm off. Grudgingly getting up, I went to the bathroom. The dirty mirror of the bathroom greeted me in the face. I would have to clean it someday.
Turning on the faucet I cupped my hands to collect some water and I poured it over my face. Taking my toothbrush I applied some toothpaste and brushed my teeth. I loved the way clean teeth looked so I brushed till my mouth ached.
I pulled my hair out of its bun and watched as it tumbled down to my shoulders.
People complemented me when I wore my hair down but it was too much work so for the sake of time I would always pull my hair up.
Digging in my drawer full of products that were a expensive or a gift. I found my hair gel and hair styler. The hair styler was a gift from one of my coworkers and the hair gel was something I bought on sale.
Since today was my first official day of work I wanted to impress Mr McKinley. Hoping in the shower I used my favorite shower gel and after rinsing of the soap I moved to washing my hair. Touching my hair I noticed how dry it was and after shampooing and conditioning I was out of the shower.
My dark curly wet hair hung down my shoulders. Taking my hair styler I took a tiny bit in an act of saving more for later and rubbed it in my palms. I then rubbed my hands into my hair loving the way the curls shined and bounced. Finally, I added my hair gel so that my hair would stay curly for a long time.
Pinning my hair back I went to pick my outfit. Looking through my closet I found an old black pencil skirt that I never knew I had. Looking through my shirts, I found a nice pale blue button up. Taking out my black flats that I wore yesterday I set my outfit on my chair.
Walking to the kitchen, I realized it was days like these that I appreciated all my rooms being combined into one.
When I first got this apartment I was anxious about how I didn't have any rooms except for my bathroom. My apartment was set up like a studio apartment. A really small studio apartment.
My bathroom was in the corner with my "bed room" across from it. Then if you walk down there's my living room then to the right is my kitchen. I didn't have any walls or doors but when you live by yourself you learn to appreciate having no walls.
It was a relief to find that I had doors and walls in my bathroom since that could get a little awkward.
Stepping into the tiled floor of my kitchen I went to the fridge to find it empty as usual. Looking into my pantries I found a box of tea that I got from Jeremy, the restaurant chef of Andys.
I rarely have to buy food because sometimes in Andys when food doesn't sell or has been in the shelves for too long it's gets offered to the workers. This is very helpful because my salary from Andys barely pays rent so I don't have enough money for food.
After pouring a pot of boiled water into my mug I dropped the tea bag into the steaming cup. I wasn't a tea person but today I knew I needed more in my system than a bag of chips.
As the tea bag dissolved into the water I thought about how I was going to change my schedule for Andys. My regular shift was Monday-Friday 10am-8pm and on weekends I was on call. I requested the morning, afternoon and evening shift because there was no way I could pay my rent with just one shift.
I would have to talk to my boss when I get back from work to start working the night shift.
Taking slow sips of the tea I checked my phone to see I had thirty minutes to get to my bus stop so I wouldn't be late. After finishing the whole cup I put it in the sink and walked back to my bedroom.
I put on my bra and panties and double checked the date to make sure it wasn't my period week. I buttoned up my blouse and pulled up my skirt.
Taking the chair into the bathroom I stood up on it so that I could look at my outfit properly. Turning to the side I noticed a big brown stain on the back.
"UGHHH!" I groaned
Getting of the chair I took off my skirt to inspect the stain. Grabbing some soap I rubbed it into the stain and scrubbed it away. My hands felt like the skin was going to peel of but I knew that the stain had to come out.
After scrubbing till the black color of the skirt appeared I put some water in a cup and focused it directly on the stain and not the whole skirt. After washing and rinsing the stain off I grabbed a towel and gently dabbed on the wet spot with a towel so it wouldn't spread to other parts of the skirt
When I was pleased with the skirt, I put it back on and the spot felt a little moist but nothing that wouldn't dry easily from the weather outside. Standing back up on the chair I inspected the my outfit again.
The skirt was a little loose around my legs but it hugged my waist. I tucked in my shirt to my skirt because I saw people in movies do it and saw how much the outfit improved.
Turning to the side I realized that me tucking my skirt in revealed my rear-end too much. I have been told by my coworkers that I had a little more than a generous behind, but I didn't want to make it seem like I was trying to show it off.
Reaching into my skirt I untucked my shirt and turned around to see it draped down past my rather large derriere. Feeling satisfied with my outfit I hoped of the chair and I unpinned my hair.
Walking back into my room I checked my phone to see that I had 10 minutes left till the bus came. Grabbing my bag I pulled out the empty bag of chips that I finished last night and tossed it out into the trashcan.
I then put my money, bus schedule, water bottle, and chips into my bag. Going into my drawer I found the really expensive bottle of perfume that my uncle got me and I sprayed a few spritz on myself.
I shut of all the lights in my apartment and when I got to the bus stop the bus was just pulling up. Paying my money I sat down in my seat and adjusted my skirt so it didn't show so much leg.
I didn't know why I was trying so hard today but I just know that I didn't want Mr McKinley to look at me as if disgusted by me again.
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