Jobs (18+) | a series of One-shots ^^ On-going, never-ending ^^

Act 4 - The Restaurant Manager

This is dedicated to a very strong woman I know. You know who you are, love. And you know how much I adore you. This may not exactly resemble you, but the character’s spirit, her fury, and her passion you so beautifully capture. And yes, dear readers, you may notice the discombobulated phrasing of the language used, which I think is apt for this particular chapter.

Act 4 – The Restaurant Manager

Jesteś tak frustrujące! I’m Polish! I come from Poland you animal~! Nie jestem Amerykaninem, do cholery! So don’t laugh at me when I make mistake and say ‘pull out’ instead of ‘pull off’~!

~ Morrigan Bakowski

My temper is really high, higher than my father’s receding hairline when I left him with mother crying like crazy woman in Warsaw Poland, “I don’t understand, Nathan!” I throw him my ballpoint pen and he catches it, “Why you do this to me all the time and I don’t appreciate the stress you give me!” I shout at my boss, walking behind the bar, pushing Dmitri –a waiter– to the side because he does not know how to operate the stupid microwave oven, “You…” I clench my teeth and throw my hand over the counter to slap Nathan in the shoulder, “YOU are impossible to work with!” I screech, grinding my teeth so hard it hurts my jaw, “Two days!? You only give two days!”

Nathan looks at me like I’m a plate of boobs, “Your Polish accent is thicker than my cóck. Relax. Relax,” he reaches to rub my shoulder and it feels good actually, “That’s why I’m telling you two days before so—” he jumps back and ducks as I throw a plate over his head, “Jesus! I’m telling you two days in advance so you can prepare. What’s your fúcking problem!?” he shouts but he’s laughing like there’s penis on my head, “Two days, Morrigan. Don’t disappoint me,” he walks away laughing and I throw a white plate to his shadow.

“Fúcking Nathan makes me hard with anger!” I shout and Dmitri laughs, “What’s so funny!?” I look at him like I’m Satan’s daughter with a pitchfork to fúck his áss, “Why are you laughing!? It’s not funny! He makes me hard with anger and I don’t want—” he is laughing harder so very much that his face is turning red like a bruised vaginal lining.

He shuts his mouth but his nostrils become bigger like he’s trying to control his laughter, “Oh Morrigan. I’m Greek, but even I understand that what you said could be taken differently,” What the fúck is he saying? I don’t say anything bad! “Um … what does Nathan do to you again?”

I put my arms on my waist and I exhale through my nose, “He makes me hard with anger!” I shout and he laughs. What is so fúcking funny!!?? Tell me~!

It’s fúcking hard to be in America because I’m only stay here for few months and my English is very bad, “Morrigan, can I go home now?” asks Dmitri. I shoo him off like he’s fúcking dog, “Good night,” he gives me kiss on the cheek, “Don’t let Nathan get to you okay? Take care.”

“Hey,” I call when he’s about to go out the door, “You forgot. Come here,” I call him and he leans forward and I slap his mouth, “That’s for laughing at me this morning! You also make me hard with anger!” I shout and he laughs with a very big mouth.

He goes out the door laughing and I don’t understand why. Stupid. Anyway I check my watch and its 9PM. I still have one hour before I switch with evening restaurant manager to replace me. I work at The Columbia. It’s a hotel here in Washington and of course it’s open 24/7 like a fúcking vagina in Red Light District.