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janae
feb 14
friday

30 votes, 6 comments

"janae what's the matter mija?" mrs cortez asked, tapping me lightly on my shoulder. i glanced at her, wiping my teary eyes before shaking my head

it was the middle of my shift. on a regular day, my shift was 5 hours starting at 4 o clock, paying $18. which was amazing

in a week i made $380. in a month— it's been two months so far— i've made $1,520. now, to count my two week winter break where i worked 6 days a week for 8 hours, i made $2,128.

as soon as the money hits my account, i don't touch it. i live as if im broke, to ensure my money is where i left it when i get my paycheck

today, i only had an hour left, since me and gio were going on a picnic for our valentines date. mrs cortez was static and ignored all my protests to work my full hours

it was me, mrs cortez, and two other people. how she affords to pay all of us, i don't know but i won't decline any money she gives me

the other two workers, julissa and ximena, left for the day. they were sisters and super friendly, my age and related to mrs. cortez. mrs. cortez doesn't really have employees, since she has the hard mindset she can do it herself by herself

my provolone, turkey slice, and spinach sub sat untouched. i was looking forward to eating it because gio had me try it once and i loved it so he made me one for my shift today. but i didn't have any will to eat it

i drank my ginger ale though. it was filling enough, so i spent the rest of my break staring out the large window that outlined the front of the bakery

i loved working here. it even made me rethink what i wanted to do with my life. the warm stove air, smell of pastries, and serene atmosphere of the bakery made my job so much better

chickfila was always another thing. yelling co workers, shouting manager, screaming customer. the was little to none noise in the bakery for minutes as we stayed in our lanes

mrs. cortez moved the straight black hair out my face. i had a wig installed currently and i was planning to crimp it for our picnic, and look nice

my outfit was currently on the knob of my closet and all my makeup was picked out.

"you can tell me, janae. it's a no judgement zone here." she waved her arms throughout the building, a small smile on her face

"so basically," i started, willing myself not to tear up. it seems as if the more i think about a situation, the more i get emotional. "i was finishing some homework before i came here, and i thought i heard my dad so i went downstairs to say hi.

"he had just left, he was putting gas in my mom's car. i went to my mom and she was making like these hamburgers. and it was still getting cooked and i saw the beef seperate from the rest of the patty and i was disgusted so i told my mom, "i don't wanna eat that."

"and she was like, i don't care if you don't want to eat, i wasn't making it for you anyways and you don't help so you don't deserve to eat anything and you don't deserve to live under my roof. and i told her i was doing my homework and she was like lower your fucking voice and i was explaining to her what i was doing