7 Days

Not So Day Off

First thing I thought when I woke up on the couch was ‘something’s tickly!'. There was a little tickling, stinging sensation on my neck but I was tired and I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a nice dream about a belt and – this tickly is annoying me!

I jolted upright and wacked the tickly thing in the face. It flew backwards on face first into the (tiled) floor. The tickly thingy was Kym.

“Oh! Sorry, dude! Sorry! Don’t tickle me!”

Kym sat up and rubbed his probably bruised head, scowling at me. I stared at him for a long moment. I then felt disappointment wash over me, realising I didn’t have work today. Who’s idea it was to let me have a day off 2 days after I started, I don’t know. But they are meanies!

I wanted to work today, and I wanted to see people enjoying my new drink! At work last night, I had an epic conversation with Howard. He was so awesome, he kept on saying that he went to university, and I kept correcting him and saying its college. Because it is right? Well not in Australia, apparently…

He’s another leprechaun. They are everywhere these days. I really need to make a deal with their leader. I’m starting to miss eating my oh so precious pork chops.

“Georgi, you’re making a puddle.” Kym pointed to the floor where there was indeed a shallow puddle of my drool. I started to get annoyed at myself… And maybe at Kym too…

“Shut your yap, jock boy!”

I sprang up and approached the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels and walking back to the living room. Kym was probably gone, trying score touchdowns and what-not.

I cleaned up my mess and discarded the remains. Then I went into my room and got dressed in my usual work uniform. Maybe they needed help? I finished getting ready and decided I didn’t want to take a taxi today, so I got my car keys and walked out to my shiny red topless Mustang. I got it for my 18th and I hated driving it unless I had to because I didn’t want to wreck it or get it too dirty.

I put the keys in the ignition and it started with that awesome husky sound that mustangs make. I slowly pulled out of my driveway, careful not to scrape the bumper on the curb, and drove all the way to the Cup of Love. There were a few cars around but nearly as many people as yesterday.

I gathered my things and walked inside, greeting Iris as soon as I was in hearing range. “Hi, Iris!”

“Hey! You don’t work today, Georgia. Didn’t you see your roster?”

She handed a man his take out coffee and turned her attention back to me.

“Yeah, I know but I still wanted to come here today. If you need help or anything, just tell me, okay?” I explained, resting my things on the counter. She nodded and sort of prodded her head to table 4. I turned around and looked to where she was motioning. Smoker Boy was sitting there, smoking. I let out a deep breath and stomped over to him. He is so annoying.

“Put that out or I’ll kick your butt!” I threatened, even kicking his chair lightly for emphasis. He turned to look at me, startled, and did the thing with the pot plant again.

“I thought you weren’t working today, Gorgeous?” He inquired. I put my hands on my hips and shrugged.

“I’m not. I just wanted to come in today because I thought it was silly I get a day off so soon.”

He nodded and motioned for the seat in front of him. I took it unwillingly.

“So I was just wondering if we could maybe go out tomorrow night instead of Friday. I have something I need to do on. It’s okay if you can’t.”