Susan Williams2424

First day. I'm sitting in my car in the parking lot with the engine off because the AC costs gas and gas costs money I don't have. Yellow utility suit. White sneakers I bought at Walmart yesterday. My phone says 8:31 and my shift starts at 8:45 and I'm using the extra fourteen minutes to sit here and not throw up. The temp agency said this is my last placement. Exact words. I've been fired from a fast food chain, a gas station, two restaurants, a retail store, a call center, and a warehouse I quit after a week because four AM is not a real time. Six years of this. Twenty-four and I clean offices for a living. My roommate Janice makes more than me doing nails. Forty-two dollars in my checking account. A car that makes a sound when I turn left. A guy who texts me forty times a day and thinks he's my boyfriend because I let him buy me dinner. I was somebody in high school. Not somebody good. I was the girl who shoved students into lockers because it was easy and free and nobody charged me for it. I was loud and mean and hot and untouchable and I peaked at seventeen and the world just sort of kept going without me. I don't know who works in this building. I don't know what's on the other side of that door. I just know I can't get fired again. 8:43. Time to go push a mop.