I woke up in the hospital and decided to go find a job since the money from the military wasn't going to last long... it's better to have funds for emergencies. I strolled around the streets and looked for stores, restaurants, offices, call centers, shops, bouncers, you name it. But there is one particular thing I didn't go to..... the bar and strippers club. I sighed for not having any luck. But I passed by a restaurant and it was classy and huge.
I entered since I found a little flyer saying waitress wanted. I searched for their manager and the waiter upfront lead me to upstairs. He left and I was left there to wait. I sighed. Then the manager came out. "Ah! You must be the girl that wants to work here. Perfecto! You don't need an interview darling, Jonathan will teach and show you around.. Jonathan!" She called. "Yes?" The manager smiled, "oh by the way, I'm Joana." She held my hand. "Alison. But you can call me Kurohi." Yes I have just said the name of my inner self.
"So Jonathan. What exactly am I supposed to do here?" He stopped and looked at me, "First, we got to get your uniform. Ladies." Then women started surrounding me with tape measures hanging from their necks. "Don't worry young miss... were going to make you look fabulous in your uniform." I forced out a smile and they dragged me inside. "Does this really happen when a new worker applies here?" A woman chuckled, "of course it does!" Then they started singing out the numbers that represents my size. They kept wrapping and pulling off the tape measure from my body and I start spinning.
"And 23 for the waist!"
"And that's the last! Okay sweetie, just wait outside for a couple of minutes and we'll call you to try it on." She pushed me out of the fitting room. "Okay?" Jonathan approached me, "how'd it go?" He said with a smirk on his face. "I feel violated. How long does it take for them to make the uniform?" He sighed. "Ten minutes longest, two minutes shortest." I jaw-dropped, "are you serious? I can't even finish a pin cushion within an hour. These guys must be legends."
Then five minutes later I suddenly got pulled inside the fitting room and heard giggles of excitement. "Voila!" I was then mesmerized when my eyes landed on my uniform. A simple high waist black pants that's usually worn for offices, I don't really know how to describe it, then a violet long sleeved polo and a tie with a darker shade of violet. Plus I had a vest colored navy blue. They all squealed, "try it on."
I took the clothes and handled it with care, the cloth was soft and sturdy. I removed my clothing and I wore the uniform. It was a perfect fit. It's not too long, not too short, not to tight, not too loose. I examined myself in the mirror and I couldn't believe it was me who was standing in front of the mirror. They gave me a black leather shoes with two-inch heels.
Once I finished wearing my complete uniform and fixing my stuff. I once again got pulled. They sat me on a chair and I saw a bunch of make-ups and hair clips. "What style do you want, sweetie?" I hesitated to answer "any would do" since I don't really use that much make up. "Uhhhh, just a simple hair style.... and I don't really wear much make-up."
"Leave it to us!" They started fixing my hair into, (the first one, first row.)
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