“ Tas... "He called Luciana, waking me up from the trance about the two handsome customers. "Laura is calling you.”
Laura. Our terrible and terrible cashier inspector of the night shift. She was a bitter woman who always had a closed face, whose face always seemed frown in an expression of disgust and disgust. I was impressed that she was married to a policeman well known in the city for her good humor and kindness, virtues that her cruel wife had no idea what it would be like. It was common knowledge that they had been married for more than twenty years, and that they never had a child. No one knew yet if Laura couldn't, or didn't want to, but in the opinion of others " and I include myself in this ", it should be a deliverance not to have a mother of that kind.Laura always said that she considered her team of cashiers as her children, and the experience was too traumatic to think of a child being subjected to that. Nobody knew very well why she was like that. The few bags that could rise in the woman's esteem were also as angry and unnecessary as she herself, and almost never mentioned Laura's name so that she would not listen and think it was some offense.There was a private employee that no one could stand. Her name was Elisa. She had at least forty years on her back, married to one of the butcher's employees, and lived in the corners gossiping with Laura about the younger girls in the supermarket. She always seemed very offended to see that some of them had cut her hair or done her nails, and did everything to make Laura find a reason to scold the girls. Every year, in commemorative times, she said goodbye to each of these girls she kept talking bad about, apologizing for anything and wishing them to have good parties. Thanks to the speed with which the gossip ran around the supermarket, these same girls always knew about Elisa's falsehood and returned the congratulations, closing their faces as soon as she walked away.At the moment when I was heading to the supermarket reception, which was nothing more than a counter in front of the volume store and facing the basic appliances sector of the establishment, it was Elisa who was stretching at the counter to gossip with Laura. She was looking around, in order to make sure no one was listening, but she didn't notice that I was coming, and was scared when I simply materialized next to her.“ Ah, Tasha! "She screamed with exasperation. "What a fright, girl. Oh, I got out of the way, go. I need to take care of my plants.”Elisa has always been a cashier, but having direct and personal contact with Laura gave her some privileges, and one of them was simply not to stay at the cashier. She spent her seven hours of work taking care of the flowers sold in the hortifruti, because everyone said that there was no one more careful and responsible than her to have that function. What, in fact, everyone agreed was that she was always unbearable and having her as a co-worker was something that everyone avoided.So, as clear as her privileged life was inside the supermarket, no one dared to complain. Not least because no one wanted Elisa to be sniffling in her cangot every day. And life as a cashier was already complicated and reason for therapy, no one needed to pay for more anxiety medicines for having Elisa talking all day in our heads. She happily passed through the boxes with her water sprayer, testing the patience of each colleague on her way, and headed to the pallet that stood with small pots of flashy flowers."Did you call me, Laura? "I asked obediently.When I approached the reception desk, the three employees who stood there inside "the cashier, the receptionist, and the inspector's assistant" stopped laughing at some internal joke that was certainly said by Elisa before she left, in what I suspected it was from some cashier. I wouldn't be surprised if they were talking about me, because despite no longer being a newcomer to the job, some people closed in small groups and always belittled those who didn't fit. I never fit in, never wanted to be the standard of friendship for them, and I refused every time I could avoid going out to fraternize with those people.At that moment when they noticed that I was very close, the conversation abruptly changed the subject, and Laura looked at me from head to toe, looking disgusted. It was not a reaction that took long, however, I knew that she had seen from my nails with peeling nail polish, to the strands of hair that loosened on the back of my neck."I called," she said in a tone of false sympathy. "The manager wants to talk to you.”I swallowed it dry.I was hardly called in the manager's room, in fact, I was never called if it wasn't for a group meeting. Alone, that was the first time, and I couldn't help but feel tense as Laura guided me to the small muffled room, which was next to the delivery room, where I sat in a chair in front of the corpulent man's table.The manager was talking on his cell phone when we arrived, and hung up quickly, rushing to store the device in the pocket of his dress shirt. He had gray hair and light eyes that only made them judge, and at that moment it took a long time to just look at me and tell Laura to close the door. I began to feel a wave of alert spreading through my body, in which the strange sensation remained in my stomach, as if I had eaten some damage. The manager lasted with that look on me, analyzing me, wanting to know who I was only with that indiscreet inspection. Laura sat in the chair next to me, and just like the manager, she went down and raised her gaze towards me, in a silence full of uncited accusations. So I understood that I was there to be cornered. I didn't know the reason yet."I'm going to talk bluntly, Tasha," said the manager, taking off his glasses to clean them on the gray dress shirt. He leaned back on the swivel chair, and the backrest popped against his weight. "You are one of the best employees we have here. Since its integration we already knew that we would have no problems. And we will always value people like that, who want to grow up. But you may also already know what happened on Sunday of this week, during office hours.”I anuí with my head, without daring to show that I was afraid."They found fake notes among the cash withdrawals," I murmured.Arnaldo, the manager, agreed. He glanced at Laura's direction, and I also looked at her, noticing a conversation that the two were having only with gestures. The manager cleared his throat, and my attention returned to him, who had already finished cleaning his glasses and now watched me with the enlarged vision."Yes, we found false notes at a very high value, and you know that we cannot let this case reach the board and that we have to solve it internally.”“ How?”" Someone has to pay for that money. And it won't be me, because I wasn't at the cashier. It won't be Laura, because she wasn't at the cashier. Do you know who it was?”"I" replied dry."You," he repeated, crossing his hands on his lap. "It's a complicated situation, Tasha. Your cashier was the last to be closed... You see, if it had happened yesterday, on your day off, we would have no reason to blame you, but we didn't have any similar events last night, and coincidentally, it was the night you weren't there. Besides, you don't have that much experience... It's easy to get confused in that anxiety to leave, you know? “I understand that you are a great son of a bitch, I wanted to scream, but I simply agreed with my head, knowing that the whole theater had been armed since I arrived for work that afternoon. They needed an idiot to take the blame for their own mistakes, and I was the one chosen one. Because I was always the idiot chosen in the stick game to get screwed. My whole life was like this, and there it wouldn't have to be different."You may be two years old working with us," Laura began, forcing a friendly voice, but the disgust in her face could not be hidden. She was even avoiding looking me in the eyes, because lying looking into the eyes was not something anyone knew how to do. It had to be too cold to be able to manipulate someone without breaking eye contact. There was only one person in that room who could do that, and it wasn't Laura or Arnaldo. " But it's easy to end up making mistakes. I also always do something wrong and I have to bear the consequences. “Once again I was seeing the injustice being done, and I couldn't say anything. There was no one in that room to help me, and I was between two people who could sign my resignation, and once again, I couldn't step on the wrong foot in the face of a pandemic and such a big crisis. As long as I couldn't have another safe way to make money, I couldn't let people know my worst side. I couldn't do more than lower my head and put up with it. I was a hostage to my own financial needs, and I wanted to scream with hatred every second that those two damned human beings tried to persuade me. "And you also know that you only entered this company because of our racial quota," Arnaldo said so calmly that he didn't even seem to be offending me. "I don't want to offend, but with your color... It must be difficult to get any job. But he was offending me between the lines, avoiding with excellence that I perceived racism in his hateful words. He could have called me dirty, and he wouldn't have offende
“ Ahhh, you've arrived!”I stopped at the time of unlocking the door of my apartment and turned to the end of the corridor, where a slender and pink-haired figure in a Black Power style was standing, smiling at me. My head was so full of problems and worries, that for a moment I didn't recognize the person who called me, and this left her with a slightly annoyed expression on her delicate face and covered in shiny makeup."Good night, Pink," I told her, opening a tired smile while disassembling the bun in my hair. I kept the lace along with the hair clip inside the backpack, and fixed it again on my shoulders. Pink watched me in silence, with arched eyebrows. "Is it my impression or were you waiting for me to arrive for a long time?”" But of course I was waiting. Did you forget that we were going to have dinner together today?”Yes, I completely forgot. But I couldn't say. Of all the people in the world, Pink Summer "the stage name she used for her presentations" was the only one who
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I laughed softly. One of the reasons for me to be very upset and want as far away from my family as possible was that fact. I had spent the New Year's Eve alone, crying. All because I didn't have many expectations of going out with friends, because I liked to drink, but not like them. I couldn't drink for a whole night and still wake up early to work. Even if the supermarket and office didn't work the day after the turn, I still worked on small secret projects at home. And I always preferred quiet and silence to having to find a crowd of people.However, before my relationship got even stranger with my sister, she asked me to spend the new year at her house, and I organized myself for that. I even had the trouble to buy a white dress just for the occasion. But, as on my birthday " which was a month before the new year" we had a fight, I didn't know I was automatically uninvited to celebrate the new year.I only realized that I would not pass with anyone when I sent a message to my sis
"Assign your saints for me, but I really need a vacation or a discharge session," I spoke with a way of mouth, although my lips have bowed.Beatrice let go of my fingers and sat up in the chair, assuming an excited and enlightened expression, that type that she only displayed when she found a worthy opponent to speak ill of the president she supported."Maybe my mother can make an appointment for you. I ask her to do it for free.”I waved my hand and shook my head in denial."No, Beatrice. It's a joke. You know I'm kind of crazy. I'll be bothered by the things she says, or I'll keep looking for more and more honest answers and I'll end up converting to her religion. You know that I'm a natural stalker and I can't stop spinning my world around something until this something leaves me satisfied. It's better not.”Beatrice crossed her arms, shrugging."I'm not kidding, Tas. Your life will be totally different when you have your first reading of letters. You will change this negativity wi
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It was one o'clock on a Wednesday morning, and I was locked in my room, terrified that it would invoke anything I shouldn't. Again I say, that was not my religion, but it was part of some belief that my mother could have made me aware when I was little "she was afraid of any spiritual connection through magic, and the Tarot was one of those connections.However, I was feeling very peaceful and comfortable. Izabel had a rhythmic and soft voice, which brought comfort as she spoke. I didn't know what your face was like, despite seeing your photo on WhatsApp. We were on a video call, but I could only see your hands, the letters, some crystals resting under a small water fountain and the table itself that supported them.I didn't even know how his preparation for that reading had been, although I knew there was something to be done before. I didn't even dare to ask. My appointment was being made just out of mere curiosity. And also why I didn't want Pink to keep grumbling in all my visits