“Heather, you’re late…again.” My boss, Adam, rolled his eyes as I sprinted behind the counter to the back room. I turned to face him, equipped with a rebuttal.
“I didn’t sleep last night, because I forgot about a paper that was due today. Kevin forgot to pick me up this morning so I had to wake up my Dad to take me to school. Do you know how long it takes to wake him up? Then, I walked into my class and realized my teacher wasn’t even there and I had to suffer through the rest of the day with no shower, no lunch, and now I have to come here and work when I should be out doing teenager things like hanging out with my boyfriend and going out to eat and—“
As I stepped into the doorway of the backroom, I maintained eye contact with my boss. I was throwing a fit, this I realized, but I couldn’t seem to stop the words from spilling out of my mouth. I continued my tirade of all that was unfair as I took a step into the back room. My foot met the wet ground and in a quick motion, my feet slipped from beneath me. The cook dropped his mop as he heard my body slam onto the ground in the most painful back bend I had ever attempted.
My boss’s laughter filled my ears as he proceeded to look down at my mangled body. “Well,” he said. “God sure shut you up, huh?”