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About a week ago, I finally got a job after searching for almost 2 months. The job was at a 5-star restaurant as a server.
Today was my second day at work. Everything was going extremely well, but then my bad luck has overtaken me...
15 minutes ago, I went into the back to prepare a cold brew coffee for an elderly couple I was serving. When I finished, I placed the two coffee cups onto a tray and made way towards the dining room.
However, my feet slipped on the slippery hard wooden floor due to an unexpected turn of events.
Even though I could balance myself back up, the coffee cups that were supposed to be on the tray were long gone.
Huh? Where did they g–
"Women." I heard a male voice appear from behind me, and when I got the chance to turn around, I think I slowly but surely felt my soul evaporate from my body.
The man that was standing in front of me was drenched in coffee. His black hair was laid back nicely while his blue eyes were as deep as an ocean. The white sweatshirt that he was wearing wasn't white anymore.
When I swiftly tried to initiate an apology, I got shut down from the angry gaze growing upon the man's face, and before I knew what was happening, I was swept into my boss's office.
He has been scolding me for over 10 minutes, telling me that I 'wasn't suitable to work here because the man I spilled the coffee on was some big shot that always donates money to help the restaurant.'
I tried to apologize plenty of times, over and over, but I was cut off with an insult each time.
I sighed in frustration.
This isn't even my fault... I'm not just going to stand here and get scolded for almost falling over my feet. If I didn't balance myself out, I would have definitely had an injury.
"Sir!" I finally managed to catch his attention.
"I get that the man is of some importance, but do I have to be punished for slipping on your floor? It is your responsibility to make sure that all employees and customers don't injure themselves inside the restaurant."
I clenched the card that I was given yesterday to sign in, swiped it at the register next to me to clock out, and placed it on top of his desk. "Thank you for letting me work here, but I won't be mistreated this way... Send the paycheck to my address."
The man in front of me was speechless and silent. He looked like no one has ever talked back to him before. As I started to walk away, I beamed, "A little advice for future reference."
"Keep. Your. Floors. Clean."
I made my way out of the office while desperately holding back the tears that were slowly glazing my vision.
It was tough to find a job before, but now I have to start searching again.
Most people would go as far as to handle insults coming from their managers and bosses to keep a job. However, I'm not like that.
I believe in equality; fair treatment among men and women.
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A few days have passed since the unfortunate incident. I had a few regrets but didn't let them eat me up.
As I was getting dressed, I heard my phone ring next to me. I grabbed on to it and swiped to answer without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hi! May I speak to Elisia Rose?" An unfamiliar women's voice came through the phone.
"This is. How can I help you?" I responded curiously. Who could this be? She has a nice voice.
"My name is Aoi Flow. I'm a manager at Lovely Complexe. I saw that you applied with us about a month ago, and I was wondering if you're still interested in pursuing your modeling career?"
My jaw dropped when the lady on the other line stopped speaking. The rash of excitement that flew over me was one in a million.
"Yes, I am," I responded as casually as I could, hoping not to let my excitement get acknowledged.
"Alright, sounds good. Do you have some time to come in today at around 4:00 PM? We would like to see what you're made of."
"I'll be there."
Once the phone call ended, I beamed in excitement as I ran around my room.
OH. MY. GOD.
This is unreal! Heaven sent a gift from God! A blessing from my dear Angels! Finally, my bad luck is over—
Fuck!
I tripped over my feet, falling face down on my furry white carpet. Why does this always happen to me?! I laid there in silence before rapid realization started to make way towards me.
Hold up...
Today! Oh mama mia, what did she mean by showing them what I am made of?! I swiftly stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Do I have any scars or zits on my face?
Oh no! There's a small zit on my forehead! I grabbed a foundation stick and jabbed it on the zit, fully aware of the possible damage it can cause to my skin further down the future.
Ugh! Whatever! I have to look perfect for today.
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"Hello, my name is Elisia Rose. I'm here to show what I am made of." I said while looking at the lady that was sitting in front of me in determination.
"Oh, yes. Welcome." The lady said with a wide smile as she stood up from her chair. "Follow me. The interview is this way."
I walked behind her silently. She was really tall and beautiful. The way her blonde hair set in a messy bun was the most precious thing I have seen all day.
"Alright, so this is as far as I can take you, just go straight down and turn right, it should be the first door you see on the—"
The way she is speaking sounds just as beautiful.
"Good luck!" The blonde-haired lady said before walking away.
I stood there for a minute while looking at her back in admiration. Once she was gone, I started to make my way towards the interview room.
The front desk lady said to go straight down, turn right, and it should be the first door I see on the— WAIT. Did she say right or left? I looked between two doors while playing with my fingers nervously.
I don't want to be late!
"Ah! If you are looking to be interviewed, it is the door on the right." A voice came from behind me, startling me and causing me to jump up.
When I turned around to look, I felt a strong sense of deja vu. Once I saw who the voice came from, my jaw dropped from shock, and my soul once more tried to fly up into the unknown.