Isabella- Tantrum

I am so sick and tired of my job. I worked as kitchen porter in an Italian Restaurant. I get up at six am and get in at seven. The constant complaints I get as if I had actually cooked the food, was becoming tedious and driving me insane. What else was seriously getting to me was people immediately assumed I was Italian because I worked in an Italian Restaurant, they were all ignorant shits. I am Puerto Rican how hard is that to understand. What was bugging me even more was employer constantly bugging me about my lack of dedication and enthusiasm toward the Job.

"Isabella, I want to have a word with you in my office right away," My boss Ricky called in what I would say was an angry tone which equaled i was in trouble. I quickly handed out the food with a smile and rushed to his office. "Take a seat," he said sitting in his at the opposite end of the table.
"So Ricky how are you today?" I asked smiling, not that I really cared about the tools well being.
"Not good, I just got a complaint from a customer saying that you scolded her for assuming that you were Italian," he stated raising his eyebrow questioning me to to disagree with him.
"I didn't scold her I simply corrected her mistake because __"
"Look the customers are always right okay if they say you are Italian you are fucking Italian," he yelled at me, cutting me off and slamming his hand on the table making me jump. "Are we understood," he said in a voice that reminded me of mafia movies.
"No Ricky we are not understood, What you should understand is i quit," I snapped slamming my hand on his table.
"Oh sit the fuck down bitch and don't you dare walk out of here," he snapped back. I looked at him like who the hell does this motherfucker think he is talking to me like that. I felt my anger build at the fact he had so much disrespect for and my anger kept building as i kept replaying in my head that he had called me a bitch. In short term I lost it.
"Chinga tu madre," I slung cuss words his way.
"Don't expect a pay check," he called.
"Really I already have mine I make it a point to come into your office and take my check early.... Cabron" I replied smugly before walking out grabbing my shit and bolting that fucked up shit hole.

       I got home to my apartment a slung my things on the floor. What was I going to do I always have had anger problems and there, was a classic example when i just couldn't control myself.
     My apartment wasn't five star hotel type but it was alright. I got hooked up by this guy I knew it was cheap because it was near some building construction and the outside looked horrible. However the inside was another story I made sure that everything was neat and clean. Wooden boarded floors nicely polished and white walls which gave the room brightness and made it feel like home. I sat on my kitchen table and searched for jobs, any type of job because I was desperate since my rent date was coming up and i was out of a job.

Scarlett- Need A Damn Maid
It had been two days since I had sent the job application and everyone had just pissed me off. I was living in a seven bedroom house courtesy of my dead uncle, may his soul rest in peace. I couldn't cope i was happy that i would never want for anything ever again and I could finally make my business dreams reality. What was getting me was that I am a complete neat freak and I just can't find the tune to do all the house cleaning. I grabbed my laptop to see all the new applications. They were all bogus. Fake people who would rob me without thinking twice. However there was one that caught my eye. Complete honesty. Isabella Gomez twenty-two. Recently quit her job because her boss had no respect for her a woman and was a raging male egotistical tool. Her words precisely making me laugh. Now that was a good sign and application that made me laugh.
     Her resume checked out and she seemed completely honest. I clicked on her attached photo. She definately looked like hispanic decent dark brown eyes, tanned olive skin and long dark brown wavy hair. Her eyes seemed to be mocking and have a I don't care look to it. She would do just fine. I called the number displayed.
    "Hello," a voice answered ever so slightly accented.
   "Hi, This is Scarlett i received your job application for the house maid position... would you be available for and interview?" I asked.
  "Oh definately just say when, where and I will be there," she rambled excitedly down the phone making me smile. I gave her the details and we were set.

   I heard the door bell ring and it was interviewing time. I opened the door and there she stood. She wore a collared shirt with a v neck sweater and formal trousers
 
   "Wow you dressed the part," I said offering my hand. She let out a cute laugh and the dimples to match.
   "I'm Isabella nice to meet you," she said taking my hand smiling showing a nice set of pearly whites.
   "Scarlett your possible new boss," I replied smiling hell she had the job already. We sat in my uncles... well my study now and I went over the details. She was a lovely character and her cocoa eyes reflected every emotions she felt. When she was worried about a thing or two, they would get smaller and small frown marks would appear. Also Indecision was easy to read on her face. She was truly beautiful and like an open book so I would definitely be able to tell if she was lying to me.
   "So any problems?" I asked.
   "No," she replied almost too quickly not looking me in the eye. She was lying... so easy to tell.
  "How much does the job actually pay?" the brunette inquired.
   "Oh how silly of me to forget to mention.... well it starts of with a standard $800 a week if you are not living here, but if you decide to take up accommodation is it $1000 a week, " I informed her.
   "Why is it more if you live here surely logically it would be less?" she raised her eyebrow truly portraying her confusion.
   "Well that's because if you took accommodation you would be working a whole lot more," I simply told her.
She nodded and sat there in silence. I watched her as she fidgeted and folded in her lips shook her leg... nervous habits i would have loved to sit there and watch her get more and more uncomfortable, however i thought i might share my evil ways later when she gets settled in. "Okay you've got the job just one thing.... you start off with my trust but if you loose it its almost impossible to get it back...." I told her looking into those deep brown abyss's she called eyes. Wait did i just make an infatuatory comment... I was too busy thinking about why I was thinking about her beautiful eyes to hear what she was saying. "What? Sorry," I asked snapping out of my reckless thought before i crashed and had a horrible accident.
  "I said, dont worry Miss Scarlett, I'm trustworthy," she repeated smiling showing those cute dimples again.
Personally I felt like i was fucked when it came to her cuteness. Just another girl admiring a fellow other girl i told myself.