Sid's sandwich shop had called. They wanted her. Megan thought she might collapse in a deep sleep on her bed. It would be the only way to escape this.
How could she? This was so beneath her, but no one else had called.
All right, she'd take this lousy job. She never had a job before, because she never really needed one until now. Until well, this. This new life without her Dad. A Mom who kept to herself. Nobody could tell her not to take it. She had to take this stupid job. Well, it was stupid. If felt so.
Why couldn't she be at Forever 21 or even OLD NAVY was better than food service.
Shit. She had a horrible job. She knew what the workers were made of. Stoners and low-lives. God, what was happening to her?
She tried to smile as she laid there wondering what she'd say to Caitlin if she ever did call. Would she tell her where she was working?
Of course, she hadn't done an hour's work yet. Her luck, she'd get fired in no time. She knew how Sid was, too. If he didn't like you, he didn't give you any hours, which meant no pay.
She sucked in a breath. She had to do this. She had to make some money. She had to have a job. Otherwise, she'd be even more miserable than she was.
Megan got up. Looked herself in the mirror. It was time to stop being a princess. Even if she tried, she was sure to piss someone off. It was in her blood.