"Green Cookie" by Stace
I waitress at Salendo's Restaurant, the best restaurant in this city that will hire me without experience-
And I've been here for three years. I tried to go to college twice, but I dropped out both times. Why did I do it?
I can't even remember. It was complicated.
I am 23, my rent is barely paid, I have two dogs and a cat, and the only people I talk to each day are my customers- And I'm lucky if I don't catch them with food in their mouth- that ruins their day and mine. Unfortunately, I catch forty people a day with egg, sausage, beef, or cheesecake in their mouth. About the tip they leave? Depends if they are nice- they look past it.
I hate wearing this uniform, and I hate wearing darn ponytails. I feel old, but I also feel young.
I've been doing this for so long, it all feels like one day.
Why do people eat? I wish they'd stop eating, they're so annoying.
I've drained any chance of fantasizing about an amazing future anymore. The landscape is a blank. My dreams are flat. I have no clue where they went. Exhausted themselves out, pacing back and forth waiting for me to activate them, perhaps.
My energy is a little bizarre lately, well as of the past 3 years- 7 years actually.
My sexual desire is all mangled in my stomach. Somewhere, I think I am turned on by my digestion process- I can't tell, half the time my thoughts are flatlining- once in awhile a spike of awareness will studder along.
Being a waitress, I write everything down. They invented the notepad for me.
"Ma'am, could you get me some coffee?"
Okay mister screwballs.
"Would you like some cream with that?"
"No thanks, but I would like some sugar."
"Okay", I smile, and it is so forced I feel another eight hour workout of phony reps coming on.
"Here you go sir."
"Okay, and, could I ask you a question?"
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