Things Do Get Better
Chapter 1
I ran into McDonalds, where I work, knowing I was late. "Sorry I'm late!" I yelled to my boss, Mike. He glared at me and said, "You're not sorry." "What?" "I said 'you are not sorry'." "What do you mean by that?" I asked, giving him a confused, angry look. "You've been late every single day since you started working here!" he yelled. "Well, maybe if I change my hours so I can work later, I won't be so late," I suggested. "We can't do that. We need someone to be here in the morning," he said sternly. "Can't I just switch shifts with somebody?" I asked. "No! Nobody else can come in, in the morning. And apparently neither can you!" "What's that supposed to mean?!" I yelled. "You're fired!" "What?! No!" "Yes. You're fired! I need someone responsible enough to come in early." "I AM responsible!" I said defensively. "If you were responsible, you would tell your parents that you NEED to get here in the morning so you can be on time!" he said, starting to raise his voice. "I…" I stopped, wondering what I should say to that. "I…I can't do that," I said. "Why not?!" he yelled. "Because I just can't! You don't need to know why!" I yelled back. "You are a stubborn little bitch, you know that?! I wouldn't be surprised if your parents disowned you sometime!" he yelled, loud enough for everybody in the place to hear him, including the customers. I couldn't believe what he just said. I just stood there not knowing what to say. I felt my eyes starting to tear up. "Go to hell. JUST GO TO HELL ASSHOLE!" I yelled. I turned and ran out of McDonalds crying.
"I needed that job. I needed the money from that job," I thought. But, I was more upset about what Mike had said. I stopped running and sat down on the curb. I sat there crying for a few minutes. I then heard someone ask, "Are you OK?"
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