The School

After i got back from the trip. I was consistently working at the same place. I had no unpleasant experiences there, unlike my poor sister Nikki. I brought her with me once to join in on how easy it was. She was slightly abused by stressed out overseers and wasn't interested in returning.

I went back a few times a week, and i got along with everyone pretty well. Even when the Manager changed things only got better and less stressful. The school year however was almost over, and on one of my last days there, we were serving at a function. I learned how to be even more waitressy and i enjoyed it. It was easy going. However, the boss woman who was dressed up very fashionably and lathered in make up stopped for a moment to look me up and down. She was disapproving. Her icy voice using the tone where she speaks to the ground she walks on or servants cut through the tension.

"Could you tuck your shirt in perhaps? Maybe tie something around your waist?"

"I could try." I said. I'm temporary staff so i had no idea who she was. And i get told by the agency what to wear depending on where i end up. "I doubt it though." White top and black pants.
She turned to the manageress. "Where are your extra black tops?"

I ended up being forced to change. It was an outrage!

"Don't take it seriously," the other women said. "She makes us all run around."

I gave the scary boss lady my biggest grin of contentment/resentment when i came back out. I didn't really mind, and she turned out to be just as nice as the others. It all worked out, and we were both perfectly happy. Until i tried to walk out with the black shirt still on.