The ME Diary

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I ran over the Albert Cuyp market on my way to the BOZZ. I was sure A did a good word for me again. I bust in the wooden doors and hastily manoeuvre between the tables to behind the counter. I dump my bag and my soaked jacket on a table in the kitchen through the small door opening, straighten up my hair and act like nothing happened.

I heard a chuckle from behind me and spotted A with a tray of all kinds of bread and some other lunch stuff.

"You really are the worst." She said as she hugged me carefully not to drop the tray.

Meet A. Or rather Angelique. My best friend in the whole wide world. She is 20, a year older then me and obviously more capable of keeping a job. Also single though. People used to say we were twins because we looked almost exactly alike and though puberty hit the both of us in the face already and we don't really look that much alike anymore we still keep the whole twin thing going with occasionally accidentally already knowing what the other is about to say and liking/disliking the same things.

The boss walked in through the kitchen and frowned when he saw me.

"Good luck." A said before making sure she was out of fire range.

Friends.......

"So you did come to work after all?" He said sarcastically.

This huge middle aged bear of a man is my boss. Jeff Bozz. He doesn't have much of his red hair left on his scalp. It's even save to say he is more bold then hairy. He is actually very nice and friendly and open, he just doesn't really appreciate the fact that I'm late. Again.

"Uuuhm... Sorry?" I say with a sheepish face.

He sighs and, the sweetheart that he is, forgives me again.

"Just try to be on time next time okay? I really will have to fire you if you keep this going." He says going back to his office which is through the kitchen.

"Hey Lies! Your favorite customers are here!" A yells knowing that only I know she means it sarcastically.

Lies, yes that is my nickname. I realize it sounds weird because it actually means lying in english but here it doesn't and it's still an innocent nickname. It even get's pronounced differently. But to get back to the subject, the customers. With those she meant three guys with googly eyes ready to take snap shot of your panties with their eyes if they could. And that's not because their from Amsterdam and they want some nice sex with their dope and sandwiches no that's because they're those guys that every dinner has in every country all over the world. Just simple freaks. They'r like those guys you see on the street and are able to freak out every single woman in a radius of ten feet around him.

I pull an annoyed face at her.

"Thanks."

Well, I guess that had to be my punishment for making her work twice as hard for half an hour. Or more. I grabbed pen and paper and swallowed that deep natural instinct to run away forcing myself towards them with a smile that would have beaten Angelina Jollé in acting.

"Hay, welcome to BOZZ have you decided on what will be your orders yet?" God was I happy I have huge self control. Well, when it comes to this.

"Yes, the same as usual please. Unless you and your friend decide to sweeten it all up a little for us if you get what I mean." He says with the most spine breaking smile created on earth. I could almost feel my back snap above the hips to make some distance in any way possible though for my job I had to stay.

Thanks A for allowing me to take their order! I rolled my eyed inwardly at the remark and flapped out what I was supposed to think.

"Shut the fuffffront door!" I correct myself fast now making it sound like I was actually going with the "joke" he made.

I turned around on the spot and sonic-ed my way out of there to the bar. I placed the usual on the side for the kitchen to take.

"You know I took them last time." A said looking at the googly club undoubtedly disgusting weird and perverted thoughts.

"I knoooow," I whine. "But that doesn't make them less.... Igh." A laughs and I start to laugh too.

A is basically the reason I didn't quit my current job already. I'm a hard one when it comes to finding a job I actually like and want to stay at. Because after a while the same thing over and over starts to annoy me. I like drawing for example. But put me behind a table drawing pictures of pets all day for two months I don't want to see another sketch book for the next five years of my life. However much you may pay me for it. I don't want to hate what I like, but finding a job these days is hard here in the Netherlands. People say "you gotta be careful when you have a job not to loose it, be happy you have one!" I mean, I'm not really careful but I still got my job, still not happy tho.

The bell of the kitchen rang signing the order was ready. I took the full plate on my hand and plastered another fake smile on my face.

"Here goes nothing." I say to A.

"And let's hope they don't order again." She whisperers behind it as I walk away.

Basically after the googly club the other customers coming in for lunch of just to grab a bite are nice people. In for a joke and not out for your underwear. The end of the day nearest fast and as the evening arrives A and I have to make place for the two waitresses that take the nigh shifts. Really, I don't know how they survive night after night in a cafe that turns into the googly club meeting hall after 8. And that are not only Dutch people. Just saying.