There's no such thing as a 'perfect' ass job.
Like, okay, Perrie gets to work with her best friend, she gets to eat the remaining desserts in the fridge when the shop closes every night - and okay, eating pies and brownies and cakes might not be good for you and can give you like, acne, but she doesn't care. Her job isn't terrible and she's just thankful the people around her are tolerable.
That's why she's up at six in the morning for the morning shift until twelve every Thursdays to Saturdays. The pay was fine even if there were times it comes in late, the staff was fine too and basically, her only problem was waking up at six in the bloody morning.
She weaved through the sidewalks, getting in between pedestrians as she ran down the subway and up the stairs again just to prevent human traffic. London was a busy place and without her, the diner would be a mess.
She worked at 'The Mix' since her sophomore year in high school. Her job was okay, considering she gets to be friendly to other people while pissing the hell out of Leigh-Anne, she has some regulars already that would love their famous milkshake. There were days where her job was hellish and there were days where business is so slow.
And you'll know business is slow when Leigh-Anne begins to do shit she wants to do in order to piss Perrie off. This was one of those days. Not even a second since she entered the shop and she can already hear the annoying voice of Justin Bieber ringing through the walls.
"Leigh-Anne Pinnock, I swear to God I will strangle you with my bare hands." Perrie warned, trying to snatch away Leigh-Anne's phone away from her but of course, the bitch knew better so she locked it inside the cashier where only she had a key.
The girl knew how Perrie hated the Canadian lad with his stupid fringe then and his dumb mustache now. She knew it and she made the most out of it by constantly putting Bieber on loop as they worked. The customers can't complain, they only get to hear it once or twice while eating. Perrie, however, she had to endure it for the whole fucking day sometimes.
So, yeah, sometimes, her job was absolutely fucking terrible.
"This prank was only supposed to be for you but holy hell, we got caught in the fucking crossfire." Camila muttered, she looked so annoyed by the constant ringing of 'Baby' playing again and again.
Perrie's ears perked up as she put on her apron, already serving one of their regulars, an old man with his little corgi, his name was Ryan but the kids call him Boomer, he said it was fine. "We should kill her." She suggested, Normani, from the counter, nodded. "Agreed."
"The music will still be playing, though." Harry, the only intelligent one at the moment, responded as he began fixing the ice cream machine. Perrie sighed, "Bummer."
They all worked side by side, everyone continuously glaring at Leigh-Anne as she dried the glasses whenever 'Baby' starts again. An hour later, more customers get in and get settled. Some found the song funny while some shared the same pain as Perrie.
She just felt so used to it that she decided to actually get work done, leaving the cashier to Jed, another one of her co-workers while she walked over to a table near the huge window, about to get the order of two women, probably around her age.
The first one was a ginger, she had curves, her makeup was natural, she has distracting boobs that Perrie had to pry her eyes away from. "Yeah, hey, I'm Perrie and I'll be your waitress for this gloomy ass morning here in London. How can I be of service?" She asked in her robotic voice whenever she's taking orders.
The ginger smiled, "Hey, Perrie." She greeted, there was a certain accent in her and Perrie was pretty sure she's from Essex or something, "I'll have a black coffee and-" She paused, scanning through the menu, "What would you recommend?"
