I think the last straw today was when Lochlan pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant only to find me sweeping up cigarette butts and straw wrappers from the pavement, my jacket wrapped around me, apron sticking out the bottom. It wasn't busy thanks to the observed Remembrance Day and so I was sent to do a lot of random chores today in lieu of waiting tables.
(I also spent forty-five minutes making sure all the forks faced the same way in the bin but no one seems upset about that.)
Alright, that's enough. I'm not going to watch you do that.
Then go home and wait for me?
I think Caleb's right, Bridget.
About what?
You don't need to do this.
I'm making twenty-two dollars an hour doing 'this'.
Go inside, give them your apron, tell them that's your notice.
Go home, Lochlan. I say it gently as the wind whips the hair into my eyes, hands covered in ashes, dignity locked securely in the trunk of my car. I have work to finish.
(I also spent forty-five minutes making sure all the forks faced the same way in the bin but no one seems upset about that.)
Alright, that's enough. I'm not going to watch you do that.
Then go home and wait for me?
I think Caleb's right, Bridget.
About what?
You don't need to do this.
I'm making twenty-two dollars an hour doing 'this'.
Go inside, give them your apron, tell them that's your notice.
Go home, Lochlan. I say it gently as the wind whips the hair into my eyes, hands covered in ashes, dignity locked securely in the trunk of my car. I have work to finish.