TW: Harmful towords LGBTQIA+ (in chap 2 if need to skip)
I awake to my alarm playing a song that I don’t know, most times it's a song I do know. I stretch as I get out of bed. Yawning as I walk through my house turning on my coffee maker and putting my daily two breakfast sandwiches in the microwave. I check my schedule as my breakfast gets ready. Today I have my daily morning yoga, paperwork, and then I work an evening and night shift. I am NOT ready for today. The microwave dings. I walk back to the microwave pulling out my steaming sandwiches. I set it on the table letting them cool a little so I don’t burn my mouth. My coffee was still brewing so I checked the mirror to fix my hair, it was more messed up than I thought. I got my brush because there was no way I would be able to fix it with just my hands. After brushing out my hair, I poured myself a cup of my coffee, put a little sugar and milk and sat down and started eating.
While eating my breakfast I pulled out my phone to check my million notifications from my group messages. It wasn’t actually a million but it felt like it was reading through the conversations they had while I was sleeping. The topic changes every ten messages usually but last night’s kept on the topic of my friend’s boyfriend I hooked her up with. The messages that I read weren’t pointed to me but they jumped out and attacked me. “A abomination..” “...worthless queer” “bi isn’t real” and many more things.I was very shocked that my friends even thought like.
I started texting the guy apologizing about setting him up with my friend and told him I didn’t know they thought like that. I would have to deal with these so-called friends for now until I found other people to hang out with.
This was great ~sarcasm~. I have already had a terrible start to the day and I hadn't even done my yoga yet. I sighed laying down my mat, not letting myself think of what my “friends” would say if they found out about me and who I have dated before I met them, or even who I was. I finished up my yoga, dreading the paperwork I would have to fill out for me to keep this house. It wasn’t much here but it was the only place I could afford. The paperwork was a stack that I had to get done today. I usually don’t push things off but this I had, I had been hoping I’ll be able to live here another year, and it was nerve-racking. The paperwork was long and grueling. I took many breaks to calm down from the panic and anxiety swirling through my entire body. It took me a few hours to complete it, but I was relieved it was done. I had some down time before I had to get ready for work. I layed down on the couch resting my head on the arm, and pulled the blanket that was on the back down over me. I settled on a show I’ve watched before about a teenage witch and living between a witch and a regular teen. I drank the rest of my coffee waiting for when I had to get ready for work.
I had to stop mid episode when it got time for me to go to work. I replaced the blanket on the back of the couch, and turned off the tv. I sat on my bed putting on my shoes, not ready to pull a double shift so early on, since I had only started a few days ago, but I was the only one who could work the night shift. Joey was working the evening shift after he’s already working the morning shift. At least I had someone to talk to for the evening shift, the night shift was a single person’s job as there were not many people coming in after dark, except overworked college students, and late night shift people going to work.
I walked into work hoping my day would get better. I clocked in before collecting all the things that still needed to be cleaned when Joey came up to me. “I got another drink approved for the menu” “I don’t know how you figure out these recipes or who trusts you enough to actually try them” “Hey I’m a genius when it comes to making more menu items, and a few regulars love trying them” “Again I’m surprised they trust you” “Well one was suspicious when I first asked them” “whoever they were, they were at least kinda smart” “Weeell, they are smart but they are a klutz” “A klutz, are you talking about Leafs?” “Yes Leaf no s, they thought I was trying to trick them with it, good thing the first one they tried was actually fire, unlike the second one. The second one was terrible. I gave them a refund then a free drink. I was lucky they still trusted me after that” Mine and Joey’s banter went on and on, only stopping when customers came in. We both worked the back and the front and we both agreed that It would be easier that way. Before I knew it, it was time for Joey to clock out. He left, leaving the store and me alone.
It wasn’t long before the first college student came in looking for some caffeine and peace and quiet to work on their assignments. The students that came in were always so nice to anyone they met, sometimes chatting a little before returning back to their table. Night shift wasn’t as bad as I had thought it was going to be. I was able to make myself a maximum of 5 drinks per shift that I would get for free, after that I had to pay 3/4ths of the price. I was about on my 5th one, and I still had a few hours left. I pulled out my phone and read the texts from my friends. They hated that I was the one to set up one of them with the bi and trans guy. I didn’t want to but I pretended I didn’t know. I kept calling him he, though in the texts, and they were getting angrier at me. I was getting so angry at them in return so I put my phone on silent. I needed to calm down. I decided the next time I talked to them I would tell them the truth and tell them I would no longer be their friends and no longer help them out.
“Um. H-hello, is someone here?” someone called out. “I’ll be right up!” I totally got distracted by how angry I was that I didn’t hear the bell chime. “Sorry about that, was in the very back where it's hard to hear the door” “Oh it’s no problem I wasn’t waiting that long, so I want…”
I finally made it to the end of my shift. I was exhausted. I gathered up my things while the other person was putting theirs down. I said my goodbye to them, slipping into my car, setting my armful in the seat next to me. People are always surprised when they get to know me and then ride in my car. They don’t expect a “sweet, smart, and sensible lady” to have subwoofers. It’s what people consider my guilty pleasure. I always wait until I’m farther out of town to really turn them up to where I want when it’s night.
I reached my house without any accident. I turned down my music before shutting off my car. I shuffled slowly up the steps. I locked the door behind me before heading to the shower, I’ve always kept my pj’s in there just in case a night like this happens. I showered, then slipped into some pj’s before flopping onto my bed, and burying myself in a mountain of blankets.
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