Different Element

Is this going to be hell...?

It's been a week and everything has been unpacked. It hasn't been too bad especially now that the dogs aren't so upset anymore. Yes I know that's silly to compare my happiness to the dogs but what can I do? Now that the week is done I have to get to work. I'm nervous about what my new life is looking like but I know that it's going to be for the best. Not including the possibility of at least 2 part time jobs I'm considering taking as well. Groaning I take a good look in the mirror and I'm pleased that I don't look too business like but I don't look like a skank. 

Fluffing my freshly air dried red locks that turned into big bouncy curls I focus on my makeup. I decided to do smokey eyes but nothing too much that would really melt off when it's getting hot and busy in the bar. I decide on a slightly pink tinted lip gloss and a darker pink blush. Happy with that I glance at the clock and realize I have to hustle.

Running in the closet I grab a pair of black boots. The boots go well with my snug, torn up looking jeans. I have the sleeves cut off of my shirt and it comes high enough on me that it shows my belly button. It also has been cut to show cleavage but not too much. I have to look the part when working in a bar. It's just obvious that you get more tips if you show more skin. I want to show skin but not look insanely easy. The thin line we as women have to tread. 

Grabbing my keys and running to the front I slip my phone into my pocket. I almost fall stopping so suddenly at my front door. Both my boys are sitting, well pouting, at the front door. "Don't be like that," I start. "I have to work so I can buy you more stuff. If Mommy doesn't work no one eats and everyone in the house loves food." Squatting down I kiss both on the nose. "Now behave and you better not throw a fit by chewing anything up." I give them one more serious look before closing the door and locking both locks.

It's not as if I'm worried about something getting stolen. My boys would eat someone alive, literally, if anyone stepped foot into that house other than me. I tried to take my babies to a defensive class when they were around a year old and it didn't go well. Well it did go well in the sense that they are protective without a doubt but the poor instructor was terrified and I had to apologize and leave. I was embarrassed but so proud of my babies so I took them to a pet store and let them pick out a present. 

Heading outside I go over to my truck and get it started. Rolling down both windows for the music to start blaring out I realize I forgot to check the mail. Hopping out I walk toward the mail box singing to the lyrics of the chorus quietly. Closing the mail box after pulling the few pieces of mail out I start to open one as I make my way back to the truck.  

Hearing a loud noise snaps me out of my mail reading daze and I look around to see some of the guys on the porch waving. Giving a small smile I wave back but I keep my wave short as I see that jerk on the porch with his friends. Letting my smile slide off my face I hurry to my truck before hopping in it and quickly reversing once I have the mail safe in the center console. Pulling away from the house I pop on my black and silver aviators as the sun is beginning to set and the light is right in my eyes. Smiling I restart the song and really let it flow over me as I drive to my new job.

Pulling into the parking lot I decide to park away from the door but in the front part of the parking lot. I don't have a key for the back door yet but I make a mental note to get one as soon as possible. Looking around the parking lot I see a few motorcycles and a couple of cars but there aren't a lot. Hustling inside I walk in the front door easily. Pulling my sunglasses on top of my head I let my eyes adjust to the darkness in the bar. 

"We're not open yet." An irritated voice hollers from the below the bar where I'm guessing they are cleaning or something.

"I'm looking for Max." I say back walking toward the bar.