Chapter Eleven: Ding, Dong! The B***h Is Dead!

Dominica encounters some difficulties at her new place of employment.

On August 9, 1997, I applied for a cashier position at a buffet restaurant where I was hired immediately. I was ecstatic, because I was finally making progress after getting turned down for positions with different companies and business, day after day. Either that, or the business I applied to never called me in for an interview, at all. From March of 1997, until the day leading up to where I was hired by a manager at the buffet place, I cried and cried and cried on a daily basis, because of my discouragement when it came to me getting hired for a job. One day, I was in my grandmother's kitchen and I just fell on hands and knees and prayed. "Dear Lord, please let me be able to find a job. I need the money badly. I need to feel useful. I feel like such a loser, for such a long time, anyway. As time goes on, the more frustrated I become, and it makes me feel like I should have never been born. I have to get hired for a job. I must have purpose in my life. It's important for me to be around people other than Grandma Feldman, Aunt Doris, Avery and Uncle Davis. I can't stand it anymore." I wailed and shrieked while smacking my hands against the kitchen wall. I used the money I earned from the buffet restaurant to pay off the rest of the money I owed for my student loans and credit cards. Aunt Doris had been paying on my debts until I was able to get a job and pay off the debts myself. By the time I landed the job, she had fifty pecent of my debts paid.

The first couple of months were stressful, because, shortly after I was hired, this lazy girl girl, who was a total b***h, also got hired. She served the beverages, but she never cleaned up her mess on the counter, and she never helped me stock anything. All she ever did was holler at me in front of the customers, by saying, "I need more glasses. I need my counter to be wiped down. Why do I feel like I'm the only one working here. You need to do your job, instead of depending on me to do both my job and yours."

I kept my mouth shut and my teeth clenched, because I didn't want to make a scene in front of the customers like she was doing. I was the one who was doing all of the work, and she was the one who refused to work as a team; yet, she complained to one of the managers about me supposedly not doing my part. "James, when the hell is she going to wake up and help me around here? I can't do it all." she shrieked.

Instead of giving her a lecture, James turns to me and says, "Dominica, you need to start working as a team."

Manfred, another manager at the buffet restaurant, asked me to dry the plates off that were on the counter. So, that's what I did. I was in the process of drying off the plates for Manfred, when the lazy girl, started hollering at me, because she wanted me to fill the napkin dispensers. "Dominica, you need to stop what you're doing, and get me some damn napkins. Instead of drying the plates, you need to focus your attention on stocking." she said as she barked orders to me.

Little did she know that Manfred had come to the front. He then told her off. "No! She is not going to do any stocking at the moment. You need to be more independent."

"Why?" she yelled.

"Because I need plates." he yelled back at her.

"And who's going to fill the napkin dispensers? I can't do it. I have customers." she bitched.

"We all need to do our part." Manfred responded solemnly, while he began stuffing napkins into the napkin dispensers, because he didn't want to take anymore of her crap. What he should have done was make that damn b***h fill the napkin dispensers. He was the manager, not her. She had no authority to be giving orders to anyone.

For the next two weeks straight, I came home from work upset and in tears, because the b***h was making life at the buffet restaurant miserable for me. I thought, if there is a God, she'd quit or get fired. Some time later, I arrived to work to discover that she had been fired, because she did a s****y job when it came to keeping her area clean. Not only that, but she didn't want to do any janitoral work or cleaning of any kind. She was socializing with the other help who were trying to do their jobs to the best of their abilities, but couldn't, because she was bothering them. She was disrespectful to the management.

Upon my arrival home from work, that same evening, I was singing, "Ding, dong, the b***h is dead. The b***h is dead. The b***h is dead. Ding, dong, the b***h is dead. And good riddance to her, because she got thrown out on her lazy a*s."

Author's Note

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