My Patheticly Bad Day

This girl, hates her life.

      As I put a bun on another pathetic looking burger, I wonder if this is going to be my life. Working six hour shifts for three cents above minimum wage, so I can pay my way through community college. Just write an L on my face in permanent ink right now, on my zit adorned forehead. My pudgy boss comes in, sweating like a dog from the heat of the stoves.
       "Katie! Go work the cashier, Mark went home, puking his guts out," He says, dabbing at his face with a napkin. I groan, and rolled my eyes.
       "Come on, Mr.G, you know I'm not a people person," I say. Mr. G frowns.
       "Frankly, I don't give a s**t. Now go out there, and remember-"
       "Service with a smile, yeah, yeah, I know," I say, cutting him off. I walk over to the cashier, where pissed customers are tapping their feet, checking their watches. Yeah, if they had somewhere to go, they wouldn't be here at Best Burger at eleven o'clock in the morning. As I punch in buttons for the first customer, I hope at least I'll get promoted to manger of this shithole by the time I'm out of college.
        The hours seem to drag on. I'm only on hour four of my shift, when the high schoolers roll in, acting like they rule the world. God, how I hate them. I analyze each one as they stroll through the door. The blonde chick with the perky ponytail, probably head cheerleader. Her humongous boyfriend, with his gorilla arm wrapped around her neck. The two girls behind them, with heavy makeup and tight outfits to show off their brand-spanking-new breast implants.
         "Hello, welcome to Best Burger, the best burger in town, for the best price around," I say, as I have a million times. The blonde one chews her gum obnoxiously.
         "So, hey, do you have any, like, low carb burgers? Because I'm, like, on a diet," she says. I sigh.
         "Nope," I say, my lips popping on the P sound. "Get a salad, hon," I say sweetly. She pops her gum louder. Her boyfriend, Gorilla, kisses her hair. She giggles.
         "Whatever, I'll just have your Best Beverage," she says, and I sigh, punching in buttons. She tells me she wants Diet Coke, stressing on the Diet. While I go to the soda fountain, I can hear their whispers and giggles.
          "Ohmigod, did you see her face? Pimple city!" one says.
          "I bet she washes her face with the french-fry grease!" the blonde giggles
          "Totally. What a loser, working at a face food place!"Another says.
          "Yo! Hurry up back there!" Gorilla shouts, and I sigh, filling up the cup. I walk back, presenting it to her. She takes a sip through the straw.
           "Hey! This isn't diet!" She says, annoyed.
           "Oops," I say. "I guess I've been to busy, y'know, washing my face with grease. But you don't need diet, because you throw up half your body fat," I say, taking the soda back. The blonde's mouth is in an O shape.
           "Oh no you di-n't!" One snaps.
           "B***h!" the blonde screeches. I happily spill the entire contents of her non diet soda, over her pretty face.

    ~

           "Katie, I'm sorry. But I'm going to have to fire you," my manager says, in his office later that day. I gather my things, and grudgingly drag my feet out the door. How the hell was I going to pay for textbooks now? I step out onto the streets. Walking past an alleyway, someone graps my arm, and pulls me into the darkness.
            "You embarrassed my f*****g girlfriend. Your gonna pay!" A male voice says. His face adjusts in the darkness. That guy. From the restaurant. Gorilla. S**t, his arms could break my spine in half.
             "You can't hit a girl!" I protest.
             "Watch me," he says, and his fist comes at me at the speed of light.


 ~

  At my s****y apartment, I dabbed at my black eye, sobbing my eyes out. My life sucked. I have no job, I'll have to drop out of college. Life going nowhere. My eyes land on some flu pills that are in my cabinet. No. No. But. Maybe. Wait. No. But. Yes. Why not?
    I pop five pills in my mouth, and sit down.
          
      

Author's Note

What??? Did you expect her life to get better in some way? You really don't know me.

Reviews

[Little Miss Strange]

This was humorous, but sad. But the ending was a bit stale.

[Bella-Marie]

This was great! I loved it! Amazing!!!!!!!!!!