Bad For Me (ENGLISH)

Chapter 1

If you had a unique chance to choose your future professional position, which area would you choose? And why?

How many available options are popping into your mind now? Have you stopped to imagine?

Yeah!   

Working as a waiter has never been, and will never be, the most brilliant decision I have ever made in my insignificant pre-adult life. Nor will it be responsible for my countless unsuccessful onslaughts of a better life and, why not say, successful?

No wonder I try my best to make my worst choices the unbelievable chance to correct some of these and other useless decisions.

It was no different when I discovered that I had some ease in this area, and for that reason, I soon thought this might be a good job at the moment. And the result? Well, let's get down to the facts.

It's not like I just can't balance one or two trays with glasses of drinks, which are mostly only half-full. Not to mention the most diverse dishes of pizzas, and the other derived culinary flavors, so to speak. That was easy.

Veeeeery easy.

The point is that I couldn't endure surviving this life that I had always failed. However, when I arrived at the pizzeria at seven o'clock p.m., Mr. Octavio was able to pass me all the instructions of the post that I should carry on from then on. This is thanks to my talent in learning certain things very easily.

It was a holiday, Labor Day, and the movement and the number of uncontrollably rising customers scared the rest of the establishment's staff. I simply kept my cool and I continued my duty, answering one by one, and making sure that everything was in its proper place.

Nothing better than to celebrate Labor Day at work, right?

I remembered how life might surprise us. Half an hour ago I was simply one of those customers (or maybe not even that), but now, all in uniform, I was much more. I was an employee. And this certainly surprised me when I realized that I was making a storm in a glass of water when the memory of the fifteen minutes ago came to the fore...

It was exactly six forty-five p.m. when Mr. Octavio finally called me. I spent my last twelve hours waiting for this damn phone call. So at the first touch, I did not even expect the sound of Anitta to sound through the ambiance of my tiny apartment, and I answered it at once.

"Hello?" I knew it was Mr. Octavio on the other end of the phone. Besides being Andrew's boss, he was also Carl's boss, which made it possible for me to meet him in person a few days ago.

"He-Hello?" He seemed nervous, "Matthew?"

"Yes, it's me." I thought you would not call me, I wanted to add, but I tried not to contradict him, "How can I help you?"

"Well, it's th-that we're in need of an urgent employee and as it is a holiday today, he-here in the pizzeria is kind of filled up, so if you can come here to give a hand..."

As he spoke, the memory of all my attempts to get a vacancy there, when in fact all I really wanted was the internet password, came to the fore. But in all of them, he always replied that he didn't need anyone at the moment.

But now things were different, he really needed me. Of my help.

And then, I didn't think twice before answering:

"Of course yes!"

"Okay! Can you show up at seven?" It confused me.

The clock was already six fifty-one, and the pizzeria only worked at night. So that could only mean that at seven o'clock he was referring to the night, not seven o'clock in the morning. Which gave me a feeling of guts. Something like anxiety, fear, and happiness, all at the same time.

"Hello, Matthew? Are you still there?" Mr. Octavio's hoarse voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Yes!" I hissed, creating the courage to clear my doubts, "But, it's just... I have only NINE minutes to get there. The chances of a delay coming up are bi..." But he interrupted me.

"Be fast. And don't be late!" And hung up on my face.

I have not even started working at the pizzeria yet, and I was already hating this man.

Carl, you traitor, did you have to be on vacation just today?

Since I only had nine minutes to get ready, I ended up being a bit scared to come and break one of the most important rules in an establishment: punctuality. However, remember that in less than twenty minutes, too, I would work next to Andrew, I felt inexplicable happiness.

Already for anxiety, it came not only for this same reason but also for being sure that from now on Mr. Octavio would not only be my best friend's boss but mine as well.