Have you ever despised someone so much that at the mention of their name, you can't help but throw up a little in your mouth? That's how it was for me and this girl I work with named Heather. You can't even pronounce her name without sounding like you're dry heaving. At work, she is by far the most disliked cashier amongst everyone there. The only reason I'd ever saw anyone being nice to her was because they felt sorry for her. How pathetic, feeling bad for someone that clumsy and hideous.
She walks around with a mess of brown hair that looks like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. Her face appeared as though it was covered in acne. Why would she choose not to wear makeup to cover all of it up? She never wore any perfume that often, it was always a caramel men's cologne. And the nasally way she spoke sounded to me like nails on a chalkboard. There was nothing appealing about her at all.
I had no idea why she would have the audacity to think she could talk to someone like me while I was on break. After all, I was one of the only people at work that openly said what everyone was already thinking, "I really don't like her." In fact, I was more open about the hatred of her than I was about anything else. I can't help it, I'm blunt and she's annoying.
"What do you want?" I demanded before taking a bite of my salad.
"It's getting close to Christmas and I thought I'd give a little something back to everyone I work with," she explained. "I bought gifts for everyone that I work with and I thought I'd give you yours a little early."
She sat a wrapped box down on the table before me. Did she really expect me to just accept this gift? I mean I might as well, it's a free present. If anything I can open it at home and tell her I threw it away tomorrow.
I grabbed the box and sat it down on the seat next to me. "Thanks." I said with a disgusted face.
"You're welcome, Alaina." She smiled and turned toward the break room door and walked out. Something about this exchange didn't sit right with me.
I finally got home after a grueling eight hour shift. I grabbed the wrapped box from my car and went into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I sat Heather's gift down on the white kitchen counter and tore through the gift wrap. I noticed an image on the box inside, but was unable to make out any words. As I tore away more wrapping paper I saw what it was, black hair dye.
That little sneak must've overheard me talking about how I was waiting until payday to get more hair dye. The conversation was between a customer and I after they'd commented they could see some blonde poking through my black hair. Sure that customer was one of my friends, it didn't make it any less weird that Heather listened in on our conversation.
I'm going to use it because it's here, I might as well. I'll tell my friend about it over the phone while this whole thing is going on. I got all my supplies ready and began the process of dying my hair.
I took off the towel after dying my hair and stared in horror at what was on the top of my head. The dye turned my hair purple. What hair was left on top of my head, anyways.
"Did that b*tch seriously put Nair in the hair dye?!" I screamed, slamming my fists hard against the bathroom wall. There were spots where my hair was randomly short, some spots I was bald completely. There's no way I'd ever be able to go out in public again until it all grows back.
"I'm going to f*cking kill her!"
She walks around with a mess of brown hair that looks like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. Her face appeared as though it was covered in acne. Why would she choose not to wear makeup to cover all of it up? She never wore any perfume that often, it was always a caramel men's cologne. And the nasally way she spoke sounded to me like nails on a chalkboard. There was nothing appealing about her at all.
I had no idea why she would have the audacity to think she could talk to someone like me while I was on break. After all, I was one of the only people at work that openly said what everyone was already thinking, "I really don't like her." In fact, I was more open about the hatred of her than I was about anything else. I can't help it, I'm blunt and she's annoying.
"What do you want?" I demanded before taking a bite of my salad.
"It's getting close to Christmas and I thought I'd give a little something back to everyone I work with," she explained. "I bought gifts for everyone that I work with and I thought I'd give you yours a little early."
She sat a wrapped box down on the table before me. Did she really expect me to just accept this gift? I mean I might as well, it's a free present. If anything I can open it at home and tell her I threw it away tomorrow.
I grabbed the box and sat it down on the seat next to me. "Thanks." I said with a disgusted face.
"You're welcome, Alaina." She smiled and turned toward the break room door and walked out. Something about this exchange didn't sit right with me.
I finally got home after a grueling eight hour shift. I grabbed the wrapped box from my car and went into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I sat Heather's gift down on the white kitchen counter and tore through the gift wrap. I noticed an image on the box inside, but was unable to make out any words. As I tore away more wrapping paper I saw what it was, black hair dye.
That little sneak must've overheard me talking about how I was waiting until payday to get more hair dye. The conversation was between a customer and I after they'd commented they could see some blonde poking through my black hair. Sure that customer was one of my friends, it didn't make it any less weird that Heather listened in on our conversation.
I'm going to use it because it's here, I might as well. I'll tell my friend about it over the phone while this whole thing is going on. I got all my supplies ready and began the process of dying my hair.
I took off the towel after dying my hair and stared in horror at what was on the top of my head. The dye turned my hair purple. What hair was left on top of my head, anyways.
"Did that b*tch seriously put Nair in the hair dye?!" I screamed, slamming my fists hard against the bathroom wall. There were spots where my hair was randomly short, some spots I was bald completely. There's no way I'd ever be able to go out in public again until it all grows back.
"I'm going to f*cking kill her!"
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