F I F T E E N
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i got fired from work today.
for starters, i hadn't showed up in the last week or so. whether i thought they wouldn't notice or they wouldn't care, i was wrong.
the second straw for my managers was when i had the meltdown.
there i was, finally finding rhythm in stacking cups, when the radio station decided on a song i most definitely did not want to hear: a new one called permanent vacation.
i couldn't deny that i liked the feel of the song. i liked the words and the beat and the fact that it was such a michael song, but the only thing i could seem to focus on was that the beat i liked so much was created by him.
i wasn't thinking straight when i marched back into the cramped building and shouted for the music to be turned off. and for a second, i thought maybe i was just imagining the whole scenario, but that was quickly proven wrong when i noticed all eyes were trained on me.
yet no one did anything. they all just stood there and gawked at me. all they saw was the clenched fists, clenched jaw, and glassy eyes, and no one would interfere with that.
that's when i started yelling.
and soon enough, my cries of frustration and anger were hushed by the manager coming out and silencing me with the two words, "you're fired."
perhaps it was then that my protests turned into sobs, or sometime before that. but everyone was still looking at me as i threw my apron on one of the tables and exited the building, tears still clouding my vision.
i didn't care about losing my job or being embarrassed in front of all my coworkers, even though i probably should have. i wasn't even that sad.
but even that didn't change the fact that i couldn't stop crying.
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yo, i hope you enjoyed that chapter !! thanks so much for reading.
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kylie
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