Lucky LadyKyle-Lucky Lady by datatroll
Book 1, Chapter 1
I am late. Again. I am not even sure why I am bothering to show up at all, they can fire me just as easy over a phone. That way I won't have to deal with their bullshit explanations. I mean, it's not like I don't know why. Not like I don't understand, hell, I even agree. If I was my boss, I wouldn't put up with my bull either. But then, it's not like I have much choice in the matter. I guess that isn't really true. I could choose to make it to work on time every day. I could.
I pull into the lot, wearing my brown and black uniform and slipping the goofy cap with the cow horns on my head while I lock the car and head toward the door. Two and a half hours late. Third time this week. To top it off, based on the cars it looks like Bessie Burger is slammed, and probably has been for a while. Any forgiveness I might have gotten tends to hit a sharp decline about the time the manager has to come out of his air conditioned office and actually deal with a customer. Oh lo