Two Broke Girls

Chapter One; Welcome to our life

Life sucks shit and so do I- HAHAHHA   JK.

Mariella's POV

Marina and I had been searching for some sort of day job since a few months after we had met.

Book after book, website after website, nothing had been able to satisfy our criteria.

Lazy, lazy people we are.

"Marina, where's a place where you've always wanted to work at?" I inquired.

"Die you motherfucker." She snapped at her video game.

"Google Headquarters." She answered.

"I mean somewhere that we'll actually have a chance?" I fired at her.

"I don't know, google it." She emphasised on the word 'google', whilst slapping her knee as if that was a way of congratulating herself for creating a terrible pun.

"Why do I have to google it? Do you know how much energy goes into typing 'jobs around my area' and pressing enter?" I whined.

Marina groaned.

"Ask Siri." She suggested, focusing on her game.

I rolled my eyes and held the home button on my iPhone, activating Siri.

"Nearby jobs around my area." I pronounced.

Marina snickered in the background.

"Okay, searching for 'new buy bob's round rear.'" Siri sang with confidence.

Marina bursted into laughter, resulting her to pause her game and hold her stomach.

"Why do you want to buy bob's rear?" She cried with laughter, almost inaudible.

"You know what? Let's just work at Maccas." I frustratingly suggest.

McDonald's was always there for Marina and I when times had gotten tough. All the soft serves. The burgers. Everything.

It'd be nice to give back the love that Maccas had for us.

"I think you love McDonald's a bit too much." Marina accused.

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We applied for the job at our local Maccas. We tried on different outfits, changed our names on our resumes multiple times, even changed our accents, however, we were too awesome for them.

Rejection hurts deep inside.

"Why can't we just get a job as lifeguards at the beach?" Marina suggested.

I laughed.

"You'll purposely let everyone drown, unless it's a cute guy."

"True." She accepted.

I paused for a concerning amount of time.

"Let's apply at the Maccas in the city, just for laughs." I declared.

"Sure, why not?" She laughed.

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I plugged in my PlayStation and placed the game, 'Singstar' into the disc compartment.

"You want to sing to P!NK?" I playfully suggested, while waving the microphone in front of Marina's face.

"Is that even a question?" She smirked, grabbing the microphone.

A few fun filled hours later, the phone rang.

"Is that the song, or is that the phone?" Marina asked, raising her right eyebrow in confusion.

I paused the game and immediately ran to the phone.

"Wait!" Marina exclaimed.

"I want to answer it."

Marina cleared her throat and answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Satan's work station, how may I serve you?" She asked, bracing a smile.

"Oh, okay sure. I'll tell them." In a serious tone, she placed the phone back into it's little compartment.

"Mariella, we got the job."

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Even though Maccas wasn't the best place to work at with a reasonable pay, it was good for customer service, confidence and dealing with grumpy asshats like Michael. Michael Smith, a man around his late 70's was considered as a pedophile. He'd look at young girls, not in a Santa type of way, but a Satan type of way. He had white hair, obviously and a face shaped like a banana. Whenever he became mad, his face resembled bright red paint.

The reason for his anger was because of Marina and I.

The hatred that we both shared for this man was so infuriating, that we left out some chips, didn't fill the packet to the top, contributing to the 'caring team membership' by giving him the wrong burger and placing in too many pickles.

Marina and I were extremely patriotic that it frightened the both of us. We'd incorporate the McDonald's 'Mc' to everything we could.

"Would you like some McFries with that McDrink McSir?" I questioned the customer.

"I would just like my-" The man tried to speak, but was cut off by Marina.

"Would you like a McToy with that?" Marina asked the old man. The old man's right eye twitched with anger.

"Are you McMad?" I jokingly asked while Marina snickered.

"Where's your manager? I wish to speak with him or her."

"Here, have a Snickers McFlurry, you're not you when you're McHungry." Marina offered the old man.

I tried with all my might to hold my laughter.

The old man became agitated.

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Not lasting two measly days, we were fired from our McHappy job.

The anger compelled us.

"You're a McBitch!" Marina furiously announced to the boss.

Her cheeks swelled which resembled a fiery tomato. Her fists clenched and her teeth gritted against each other so hard, that I was able to listen to her teeth screaming for help.

"Marina, McCalm down." I tried to relax.

"Enough with the 'Mc's'! We've all had enough! Now scoot your bottoms out to the door and never come here ever again!" The boss yelled, face filled with anger.

Laughing on the way out, Marina mocked the boss.

"Did you see his face? He looked like the baby of Jabba the Hut and Popeye!"

"You do realise we're out of a job right?" I informed her.

She sighed.

"McFuck." I cursed.

"McRight." Marina agreed.

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Marina proceeded to her house while I headed to mine, both in despair.

No more Maccas.