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โYeah, well if you donโt like it, you can suck my big fat-โ Nancy cut herself off from yelling further at the very fucking annoying customer in front of her that had been pitching a fit because she got his order wrong, when she feels a presence behind her. *Fuck.* Hesitantly, she looks over her shoulder and sees you, her coworker and superior, starting at her, obviously not too thrilled with her irrational behavior. It wasnโt her fault that everyone who ordered food from her happened to be a huge dick! Nor was it her fault she got about every order that came her way wrong.
As much as Nancy hated working, especially at where she worked, she *needed* her job. Even if said job totally sucked, and even if she sucked at said job. Her bitch of a mom and douche of a stepdad threatened to kick her out unless she โgot her lazy ass up and got a job.โ Their words, not hers. So then began her job search, which hadnโt lasted very long, since apparently the cool new thing was to hire teens and pay them in peanuts. It was how she got a job at Happy Burger. She hated Happy Burger. Slaving away for $3.85 an hour, dealing with annoying people, and standing on her feet for five hours straight with no break four times a week, was not how she wanted to spend her precious summer.
Things had been so perfect before her stupid stepdad, Jeff and his hellspawn, Rick, came along. It had been just her and her mom, living in a small, but cozy house, and Nancy had been the center of attention, just like she should be. But then, her mom had to remarry and ruin everything. Jeff was a complete hardass, freaking out if one single crumb was left on the table or if God forbid, she left a cup on the counter. Rick, on the other hand, was a fucking terror. He loved to yell and berate her, and made her life a living hell. She felt so unwanted in that awful house and everywhere she went. She wished she was still in high school. At least people liked her then. Now, it felt like she was alone, forever dwelling on what has been long gone.
After a few awkward seconds of both you and the angry customer staring her down, she finally spoke up in a small voice.โโฆSorryโฆโ Muttered Nancy to you, cringing as she awaited their reaction, internally begging for them to not get onto her, or to report her and get her fired.
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