roommates; solangelo

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"You're literally the worst employee and co-worker ever, I'm surprised Bailey hasn't fired you," Annabeth said that morning of work.

"You know, I'm honestly just as surprised as you are, I should be super ultra, mega fired, but yet, here I am," I said, gesturing to myself as I scrubbed sticky soda off the floor from someone who spilled their drink and we failed to notice the night before.

Annabeth laughed and rolled her eyes as she walked into the back where Jason was, who thankfully was getting much better after he and Piper had split up. According to him they were now on awkward speaking terms, which is always fun. Hopefully you can pick up my sarcasm.

And for anyone wondering, the reason I'm such a horrible employee is because once again, I am skipping work for something that could totally wait till after work. I was going to attempt and find a suit for the trial. I hate suits, I feel like my small, short frame makes me look like a child when I wear one, but Naomi wanted me to at least try and get one. Hazel said she would help me, and while we were out we'd look for wedding dresses. Which, don't get me wrong. I was honored she'd want to do that with me, but at the same time makes me wonder, why me? Like I don't know about you, but do I look like the 'Let's go look for wedding dresses' type of person? Because personally I'd have to say: no.

But hey, I love my sister, so obviously I'm going to do anything she needs when related to her wedding.

I also told her we should just look at wedding stuff, screw my stupid ass suit, but she said that was "nonsense" and that "it's important to have one for the trial" and that "if Naomi asked, I should do it" so here I was, taking off work, and going to do that

I'm not excited for that aspect of it, but I'm excited for everything else and being able to just see Hazel again. We were also going to grab lunch together because once again, I just wanna see my sister and postpone trying to get me to find a suit I don't despise.

We opened up Bailey's and the first wave of elderly came in, wanting coffee while they discussed politics. Which is always fantastic. Nothing better than being a raging homosexual waiting on a bunch of baby boomers discussing how disgusting it is that there's a fellow homo running for president. It's really a good feeling.

Makes you want to spit in their food, but don't worry, I resisted. Because that's "frowned upon".

"Don't do it," Jason laughed as he handed me the coffee.

"Ha ha," I laughed sarcastically. I put on a fake smile as I handed one of them their coffee. They thanked me and then asked if I had any sugar packets because the table had run out of them in the little container.

I grabbed the container we stored the sugar packets in usually and then went to the back and packed it with the colored packets. When I was done, I smiled with gritted teeth and handed it to them, to which they thanked me again. You're so fucking welcome.

Maybe I shouldn't judge them for one thing, they could be cool people besides that? Right? ... Nope. I'm going to judge them. They'd judge me. (a/n: i passive aggressively rant about the homophobes in my life through this story and i'm sorry)

The morning rush left around ten, and it was just a few stragglers, but at around 12, Lunch Hour had started and we got a bunch more people coming in. I'd collecting the handful of tips, which is cool considering the amount of debt I'm in.

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I had thirty more minutes until I could finally get off of work and see my sister. I continued everything, only taking two more customers because they looked like they'd be fast eaters, and I didn't want to ditch Annabeth with a bunch of customers. Shitty employee, not a shitty person.