I Can't Take It Anymore

10. To be hired

My eyes cautiously adjusted to my new surroundings of the new apartment and it's furniture. The cushions on this couch are firm and stiff as if no one ever attempted to lay on it. Thanks a lot now my back is going to be fighting with me for the rest of the day. Sitting up I notice mom already in the kitchen wearing a robe and coffee in her hand. Going to do my normal I went to do my morning routine.

Last night I did comb through my hair, so now I don't have to fight with it. Today's hairstyle is going to be a crinkly afro it's about time that I show off my natural hair to the world. After doing everything to my hair, I went to my mom's room. Everything is scattered on the bed or laying on the floor. I guess we didn't organize everything as good as I thought because I'm having the hardest of time finding anything. I need to hurry since I'm going to stop by the diner to hopefully see the owner about the job.

Today's outfit is a plaid black and white skirt with an all white V-neck with my air force 1's. I want to look some what professional. Mom came behind me rushing me to hurry up. Dang it does take time to look somewhat fine you just can't rush certain things.

"If you want a ride you need to hurry up, I have other things to do," she sighed.

Last night mom had already gave me a mini lecture of what's to come in the future. She explained that she was going to pick up more hours at the office and she seemed irritated about the whole thing. At least it wasn't my fault this time.

At the diner:

As I stepped my last foot outside my mom's car, she had already pressed on the gas. Her attitude this morning was just uncalled for. She never just drove off without saying bye but whatever I have greater things to think about like getting this job.

When walking into the diner, I was met with the scent of bitter coffee and the sound of the jukebox playing some music that I've never heard of. I was trying to look for a worker that wasn't occupied but I'm I think it's a morning rush.

"It's seat yourself ma'am," said an younger woman in a casual clothes. I knew about there 'seat your self' policy because of the other day and besides I wasn't here to eat.

"I'm sorry. I'm here about a possible job opening." I said unsurely.

I wish I was more prepared but I've never done something like this. The waitress stopped from sweeping under a booth to give me full attention. She smiled while now paying her attention to the stack of silverware on the table.

"Why didn't you say so? I'll go get Mr. Harrison for you," she said.

I noticed how she was struggling and how my hands were free. So why not help out? I grabbed the other plates that she couldn't grab following her to the back room where they kept their dishes. I don't think she noticed me yet but it's fine. I do use my manners with adults. As she turned around while not knowing I was behind her. I almost dropped the plates. Luckily, I pay attention so I moved in the opposite direction in time.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know-" she paused in shock seeing me with the plates.

"You grabbed the other plates?" she asked shocked.

I nodded feeling that I did something wrong, but I was just trying to help I really can't screw this up.

"I'm going to get Mr. Harrison. You can sit at the booth in the back." She grabbed the plates from my hands leaving me to wander off to the right booth.

I've been waiting for a good five minutes getting slightly annoyed then suddenly I was met with a short frail man with a cane walking over to me. He was dressed casual and wore black framed glasses.