When I heard those two poisonous words, I looked down at the red- haired woman in disbelief.
She could have at least told me this in a room that didn't smell like Roman Noodles and worn socks, or better yet didn't tell me this at all.
"Can you repeat that once again?" I asked in denial. "I didn't quite get what you just said."
"You are fired," she once again said with an annoyed expression evidently on her tired, wrinkled face.
"I need this money, Amanda, why can't you just keep me here. I'm good at selling things and also good at the register!"
She gave me a sympathetic look. "Sorry Y/n, but this recession is killing us. We had to cut down some of the jobs to make ends meet."
Letting out a nervous groan, I forced myself to give the lady, my former boss, a smile. "I guess it's not your fault. When is my last day?"
"Today, unfortunately."
Rubbing my cheeks harshly, I wanted to say some words that I wouldn't repeat to my mother, but I kept all of it to myself.
"Thanks for letting me know on the day I was fired," I sarcastically spoke before walking out of the small room that sat in the back of the department store.
"How in the hell will I tell my family about this?" I heard myself saying to no one particularly.
Taking in small breaths, I went back to doing what I was doing before my world was turned upside down.
Greeting potential customers as they walked through the front door, I folded up the new clothes and put them in their designated area.
Since this was my last day, I could at least finish it off right.
Interrupting my thoughts, a young woman stood in front of me with a toddler placed on her hip. "Excuse me, Miss, where are your restrooms?"
Glancing from her to the kid, I smiled and pointed to our restrooms by the men's department.
Giving me a quick 'thank you', she walked, well wobbled her way towards the area I pointed to.
Finishing doing what I was assigned to do, I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
5:43.
Sucking my teeth at what my phone read, I grabbed my things from behind the register.
It was time to go home and face my parents, who surely will be disappointed at me.
Saying bye to my co-workers, I walked out of the department store without looking back.
Walking to my car, I got in with no rush what so ever.
You could say that I was trying to buy some time before going home.
Sitting there for awhile, I finally put my key into the ignition, waiting for the group of guys walking behind my car to pass before backing out.
After they slowly moved their way to the store I used to work at now, I turned on the radio and backed out.
Getting on the highway, I turned up the volume of the radio to hear it clearer.
Looking over at the passenger seat, I made sure that I had everything I brought with me from home, including my phone and empty lunch bag.
I had a bad habit of making sure I had everything I needed with me at the bad time.
Hearing Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas blasting through the speakers, I immediately grinned.
It was by far the best Christmas song ever made.
Tapping my fingers to the beat on the steering wheel, I belted out the lyrics thinking I sounded like Mariah but really sounding like a whale who was being tortured to death.
Glad that I had my windows tinted, I danced in my seat with no embarrassment whatsoever.
Driving down the almost deserted freeway, I went over everything that has happened to me in the last twenty-four hours in my hand.
I left for work with a smile on my face only to be fired at the end of the day.
When I pulled up to the house I shared with my parents and older sister by two years, I was in a better mood, but still sadden at the current situation.
Turning everything off, I grabbed my things and got out of the car.
When I opened the door, my nostrils immediately smelt my mother's cooking.
Hearing my stomach growl, I quickly closed the door and dropped my things on the couch.
I'll get it before I go upstairs for the night.
Walking into the kitchen, I spotted my mother by the stove, stirring something in a large boiler.
"Hey," I said slowly.
"Hey, baby girl," she greeted back with a soft smile gracing her features.
Taking a seat in one of the kitchen chairs, I propped my head on my hands and stared at the wooden table. "I was fired today."
After fully comprehending what I was saying to her, she stopped stirring the contents in the pot. "What happened?"
"Amanda said that the recession hit the business really bad and had to cut a few jobs."
Finally looking at me, I could tell that she didn't like it one bit. "Well, it wasn't your fault."
Shaking my head, I disagreed with her one hundred percent. "It was. I'm sorry."
Cutting the stove off fully, she walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Don't be a sorry baby girl. Everything has it purpose."
When she touched me that's when I finally broke.
"Don't cry," she frowned as she wiped away the tears cascading down my face.
"I will never disappoint you guys ever again," I promised while sobbing uncontrollably. "I will make you guys proud."
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