It has been three weeks since I left New York.
I have been waitressing at the local dinner down the street and that has been able to help me pay for my room in the motel I am staying but I am still not getting enough to pay for a lease.
Today was a long tiresome day. Who knew dealing with customers who are sometimes so rude could drain you so much. I lean against the table as I clean, ready to close for the night. I see the manager lurking counting the bills and I get up to continue mopping the floor.
That man has been lurking, looking at me in a way that makes me feel as if I am naked it is disgusting. Where it not that I need this job so much, I would quit. I see the way he subtly touches the other girls' butts as they pass when he thinks no one is watching.
