MARCELLA'S POINT OF VIEE
I hate working at the diner. It was a small fun down diner by the road which was run by a sleezy,over weight man in his late 50s named Danilo.I this k he was of Italian descent but regardless,he was a creep. The diner was located in the bad part of Chicago and was home to gangs and prostitutes looking for food,most of the customers that dined here were either gang men ers or prostitutes or pimps. I got he job because I was desperate and would do anything to earn a living and pay for college. I ran away from home because my father would have me sell myself to pay off his gambling Debi,I remrmbeyeunning away from home by 1am in the morning. I climbed out my bedrooms window and jumped over the fence,his in the back of a truck even though I did not know where it was headed,all I wanted was to leave my home as soon as possible. From then,I worked odd jobs,cleaning and washing people's houses and restaurant dishes so I could leave Spain but I was barely earning enough to survive so I stole from the owner of the restaurant,boarded a train to the nearest airport and the nearest plane to America.
Landing in the nation of many peoples dreams,I thought I was finally free from poverty but since I was an illegal immigrant,I had tohude and Kay low. I wandered into this diner one day by chance and the owner decided to hire me since they were short staffed and in need of a young, beautiful girl with and as he said "great tits". I took the job,it paid quite well surprising,I made 150 Dollars per week. It might be a poorly lwd diner but somehow they made a lot of money. I knew it was not by selling food though,the food here would not be fed to the lowest man in my opinion. Getting ready for work today,I wore my uniform,a shirt skirt that barely reached my knees and a tight shirt with stockings and flag shoes.i chose to leave my hair the way it was today,it was long and full. That's was something u coukd thank my mother for,as well as my beauty.i don't mean to sound shallow but I was beautiful and I knew it. I hoped the day would go by fast and I would be back at the apartment. Although it was very small and infested with rats,had bad roofing which would leak when it rained,I would prefer it to being at that place for a minute. I took my bag and my phone and headed out after locking the door. It was a dangerous environment and although for someone very determined,the lock would not stop them but it still made me feel at ease. I took a cab and got to the diner in time.
"Hi Marcie.Youre early today,I'm not so suprised.". My friend and only friend Arielle said, she was Italian and we immediately but it off on my first day here.She had worked for a year before I joined them here.
"I don't want Danilo on my neck about being late today. You know how much he already hates me"
" He doesn't hate you. He hated that you won't let him tap it"
" That's true and he'll never "tap it". Not only am I not that kind of girl,I'm never letting that sleezeball touch me. Have you seen him? I asked mortified
" Yes I have and u feem the same way. We'll be open soon,go put your bag away."
" Yeah." I went to the back where the staff put their belongings and dropped my bag not not before taking my phone and keys,I didn't want the thing that happened to me during the first year repeating itself. After that,I walked out to the kitchen where the cook was working over the stove and preparing the menu and j grabbed the notepad and pen.We would be opened in 2 minutes and I had to be at the table to take orders. Once I was set,I made my way out.i hoped the day would be over quickly.