Seriously, I was very upset. It seemed that my boss, as a whole macho person, was on the side of the idiots with whom I had a problem. I stared at him for a moment, he was a man with a horrible expression, and what accentuated his appearance in a bad way was the reddishness that made his eyes, he looked like a demon that had come from hell itself. But really the one who felt all the attitude of a devil was me at that moment, the vein in my temple almost exploded from all the rage I had, how is it possible that I am on the side of those stupids if I just saw everything ? Everything was clear, two options were being considered at the table: Either he was the most macho guy in the world or stupid that if he could have had the opportunity he would have done the same to me. I made a small face, making fun of how stupid my boss looked, trying to explain that the situation he saw outside was my fault or something. For a moment I turned around from how upset I was, he immediately replied.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" He said he in a contemptible tone of voice. I immediately realized that the door was poorly closed. A very perceptible excuse, but the fool he had as a boss was not going to notice, but what he did notice is some stupid men barely out of their teens, drunk and with less manners than a pig in a box. pigsty, of course, he saw that very well.
"I saw that the door is ajar, I'm just going to close it" I closed the door, and released it with a pose of total mockery towards the jerk who was there. He got angrier, but I don't think that even for that reason his anger surpassed the rage that ran through my veins. He suddenly began to look at me and I realized that he was not going to be lenient with me, his gaze was very penetrating, the direction of his eyes from time to time went up and down, and he believed that I didn't realize it. He was a total pig and jerk. My anger grew by every second that he was in that office.
His dark bushy brows were lowered, and she stood up, walking around his desk before leaning against him. He crossed his arms over his chest, a very rude position, perhaps to appear intimidating to me, but in reality he seemed like just a jerk, just like the jerks who wanted to go overboard with me just now. Yeah, he was a complete jerk.
"You can't talk to customers like that, this is a serious establishment, can you imagine someone finding out about these types of incidents? I wouldn't want any of those guys to go and tell someone about what happened," he said in a in such a despot manner and without consideration towards me, didn't he realize everything?
I mocked and shook my head, all the nonsense that this guy was spitting out of his mouth couldn't be possible "Wait a minute, Rikard, are you serious now? Are you going to side with those stupid people? Evaluate the situation for a moment, Is it okay to come here and work among these idiots, let them touch me, and I'm the one you're telling to follow the rules?" I shook my head, knowing that the professional relationship between me and Foresta, or rather, the relationship work between me and Rikard had come to an end. And the truth was that I didn't give a shit, it was a job where there was a lot of abuse from clients, I was good at the functions I had there, but the place sucked at what I did. regards clientele.
She was tired of this shit, and Rikard too. He acted like he was the nice guy, but in reality behind that clean-cut image was a slimy pervert who tried to manipulate anyone he came in contact with. And if he could take advantage of that he did it immediately.
"You are exaggerating and taking this out of context" He replied, as if what I said was something extreme and out of place, the only out of place was himself
I felt my eyes swell at his sleazy voice, as if I really believed the shit that had just come out of his stinking mouth and filthy pervert lips. I took off my apron and threw it at him aggressively, the heavy cotton fabric smacking into his chest before he could even catch it. It was very liberating to resign, to unload all that bad energy accumulated with your boss, the idiot felt great, rather, my ex-boss.
"Yes, well, the truth, everything that has happened and the reaction you've had doesn't surprise me. That you defended the imbeciles that annoy us day after day. A predator stays with his own, right?" He narrowed his eyes and pushed away from the desk. "Fuck this place, fuck these customers and above all" I took a deep breath to make what I was going to say sound louder "Fuck you, Rikard." I turned around and walked out of that stupid bar, I kinda hated leaving Rita alone for the rest of the night and having to put up with all the stupid clientele that came regularly, I was mad at myself for not being stronger in many ways, but I had to start thinking about myself from now on. I felt from that moment, as if a force was growing inside me, I didn't care about drunk idiots, or Rikard's idiot, it was just that force inside me waking me up, as a sign of a sudden, but necessary change in my life. life.
I had to start worrying about what I wanted and what made me happy. That was the decision he had made. And on that path that I was walking on, it was not the direction in which I should go if I wanted to find happiness for myself.
