Work was shit. Working was shit. One bad shift after another. But a girl gotta eat. And bathe. And sleep. And for that money can be so very helpful. Everybody complains about their job, it's the way the world spins but, of all the ways Bentley would express her dissatisfaction, we would need to beep every second word. "Fucking hell.." I ran my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself. A walk in chain restaurant really?! Not just any restaurant, if you even consider this place decent. It's one those places, where the menu has pretty much have everything. Still dodgy as fuck but I feel if you order juice from this place, you're dumb enough to shake dons hand. Of all the fucking places, she worked here. And off all the people she, worked for Dom. The way to describe Dom is simple; imagine a gross middle aged man with the excuse he called hair (100% pubes stuck together.) accompanied with a beer belly, resembling two hippos, going at it covered, in their own shit rolling in feathers. Now Dom was the result of that. the result of fucking hippo incest sex. To keep things a bit less dull, Bentley called him 'Dildo Dom.' Because he's had his pager stuck in his back pocket for months, and can't get it out. Now that pager was broken to begin with, so it buzzes every so often resulting in the vibrations to echo throughout the damn place. What made the name click, was the fact that it was rumoured that 'Dildo Dom' was a high school dropout and had never learned the female anatomy. DD probably doesn't even know what a dildo is.
I stood by the cooker, until the pleasures of waitressing day after day commenced. There are other people. obviously, but waiting on people, only three. They're alright, Non of them take the job seriously, so it's fun to just witnessing shit go down. I joined this shit hole only a month ago, so I don't know too much. One was this tall, Jersey girl, who has a boyfriend, josh. I don't ease drop but, it's hard not to know, when that's all you fucking hear from her. "JAWWWWSH! omg Jawwwwshie ur the cutest! Jawwwsh." don't know her name so she's 'jersey girl' to me. The only one who really does anything is Andrea. She's latin american, judging my her slight accent, and the fact that Dom calls 'her foxy latina.' We pass eachother on the way out a lot. Usually we're the last to leave. Then there's this guy Keith. He's the one who showed me how things are done, and broke the ice by telling me dd stories. Like how one time they locked him into the supply closet, and took the "good stuff." Keith and Andrea live together, I've heard some of their wild house parties. Everyone kind of knows eachother I guess, thats what you do at a shitty job just talk and entertain ourselves. We got a club next to us so the only customers we get are usually drunk frat guys, or lost tourists. Keith's dad owns the building, several buildings, and businesses so he's the one who really keeps this place going. No idea why, but Keith says it's good money", whatever that means.
Scoffing, I fiddled with cash register. A series of buttons made the thing beep, which sadly was the highlight of my week. After a few beeps, an actual sound came from the front. We had a bell sound effect, installed. Lame. from where I was sitting couldn't see shit, so I got my phone out. Technically we aren't supposed to have them on shifts but, that didn't stop dom going into his office and jerking it.
The home screen read 14:30, pretty much done for the day. The others didn't show up today, or came in earlier so I started locking up. "Hello?" I heard from the front. I sighed, guess she wasn't done just yet. "Listen buddy the sign says closed, now I don't want to be here, and trust me.."
I turned to see a toned, rugged face surprisingly close, smirking, leaning against the bar.
