I couldn’t go home after my weirdo first day at the mansion last night because Steve read my text and didn’t respond. In Steve language that means he was extra cheesed off that I quit his Dad’s tanning salon without notice. I wrote at a cafe until I knew he’d be asleep so I could sneak in the apartment to sleep on the couch in my dirty clothes.
I’m pretty sure “poking and yelling” is in the top ten most annoying ways to wake up—along with our neighbor practicing Bring Me to Life by Evanescence on her out of tune violin and suffocating on Stanky’s furry cat butt (RIP Stanky).
“Kendra, wake up! I took you in when you had nowhere else to go! I was the only one there for you, and this is how you repay me? My Dad was nice enough to offer your broke-ass a job and you abandon your shift and quit? You’re an irresponsible ingrate!”
Yep, he was super pissed.
I said that working at a spooky library is my dream job, and I would have told him sooner but I knew he was going to freak out like this. He doesn’t understand how much it means to me to get paid to do something I care about, and even if he did he’d probably still be a dick about it.
He asked why my clothes were so dirty. I told him that I was cleaning and he laughed. “So this is your ‘dream job’? A glorified maid?”
I didn’t know how to respond so I screamed and stomped off into our room. He just slammed the front door, I guess he went to work. It’s time for me to get ready too, I’m skipping the makeup today and wearing my grungiest clothes. I’ll be scraping mold off books all day, after all—I’m a “librarian”.