Jobs (18+) | a series of One-shots ^^ On-going, never-ending ^^

Act 4 - The Restaurant Manager

I look myself in the mirror and I see dark lines below my eyes and it’s not good because I’m Polish and Polish women are paler than American women because American women always get spray tans all the time. But they forget sometimes to tan their pússy that’s why some guys feel like they’re fucking Lindsay Lohan.

Oh no. My white shirt has stain again from tomato sauce. Stupid cooks sometimes don’t know when to stop waving their spatulas at me. They wave their wooden spatulas at me and they keep asking me if I want some ‘wood’? I don’t fúcking understand their language sometimes. It’s confusing. Okay I will do inventory.

Stupid Nathan tells me all the time that my English is bad. Of course it’s bad! I’m not denying it. Sometimes I forget that I’m using the same adjective like bad and don’t know that next to bad is worse. And then next is horrible or terrible. I forget that because I’m Polish. I know I always use it as excuse but I don’t really care.

I don’t understand why they laugh at me all the time here and— “Hey. You’re still here,” Oh great, it’s fúcking Nathan again.

“What do you want?” I look at him and give him evil eye like I’m Kim Kardashian’s mother and he just told me that Botox is bad, “I’m working, Nathan. Don’t bother me and just go home.”

He sits on barstool and I’m behind the counter wiping the island with clean white cloth. He looks at me and wags his eyebrows and I don’t understand what this means. Maybe he is having a stroke I don’t know, “Morrigan…” oh he is not having a stroke, “…I think you’ll benefit from a few short courses. What do you say I enroll you to some English classes? I really think you’re a very capable Manager if your credentials are anything to go by. If you want longevity in this business, might as well speak our language,” What!? Am I not speaking their language already?

“I don’t think you have a problem communicating. But you have a serious issue with grasping the finer points of our language because your culture is different from ours,” he looks serious and I think it makes him handsome when he looks serious because his eyes are very dark like ink. He looks like Adam Levine but without tattoos which I think are sexy but also dirty. But I like tattoos. I think dirty is sexy sometimes, especially dirty sex. Dirty sex is really good and— “Earth to Morrigan…” he snaps his fingers in front of me and I … what’s the word? Startle?

“You startle me Nathan. Sorry,” I apologize and continue wiping the counter, “Who will pay for my schooling here? Because I don’t have many money—” he puts his hand up to interrupt me.

He shakes his head, “Because you don’t have ‘much’ money. Not ‘many’ money,” What!? Why the fúck will I care the difference between many and much? They are like the same. He looks at his watch. It’s Rolex. I like it, “I gotta go. Think about it. And you have all day tomorrow and a few hours the following day to get your staff together and pull a magnificent buffet for the Bakers. It’s a big deal that the mayor chose us to cater their food,” he explains to me like I’m stupid girl.

I roll my eyes and push my open hand, “Don’t worry. I will do my best to pull it out,” I say and he laughs.

He laughs hard his face becomes red, “Yeah. I’ve no doubt you can pull it out,” he gives me his Adam Levine smile and gives me thumbs up. I realize he has very big thumb. I wonder the size of his penis.

“You should let your hair down,” is the advice this little girl gives me. I say little because I’m six foot two and I think she is five seven or smaller, “Trust me on this. I started letting my hair down and it brought me luck … and even love,” What!? How can letting my hair down bring me love? Is that how it is here in American soil? I let my fúcking hair down and men will fúck me or love me? “I’m Flora by the way. I took care of the flowers for Ms. Meicker … or Baker rather, seeing that she’s marrying the mayor of this great city,” O? Her last name is Meicker? Baby Meicker. That’s funny. Baby Meicker. Laugh out loud is it? Is that what teenagers say these days? LOL.