Stressed Spelled Backwards by Ivanova Svetlana

Author:Ivanova, Svetlana [Ivanova, Svetlana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Svetlana Ivanova
Published: 2017-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Karmen got fired from the publishing company. The charge was laziness and inappropriate dressing. In her defense, she said that the boss tried to hit on her multiple times and was pissed that she threatened to report him. Karmen was not one to succumb to patriarchal pressure in the workplace and could have won the lawsuit if she wanted. Not many people realized that she held a law degree, but she said she hated the job anyway, so she quit.

Instead of throwing herself into the want ads, she put on the apron and came down to the deli with me.

"It did bring back the old days working for Celia," she said. "But now I work for you."

"This is Celia's business we're running, and we're here because we put her in the hospital," I said. I'm not the boss here, and you're not hired yet. I need to interview you first. Ever been fired before?"

She laughed.

"Come on, Azra! How hard can it be?" she said. "As long as my customer is not the Princess Peach, I'm the best employee you can get."

Karmen dropped three omelets during breakfast alone. The last, which landed on the bald guy's shirt, came while I was on a transcontinental phone call from Celia.

"What was that noise? I know that noise! No! Don't tell me! It was a breaking dishes noise!"

"Jet-skiing? Wow, Celia, you're on fiyaaah!"

"When they untie me, Miss. Kononovich, you better watch out for yourself!"

As lunch approached, I left Karmen in charge and ran to the supermarket to buy more fudge cake mix and ice cream. When I returned, Karmen was comfortably engaged in a conversation with a brunette while my customers waited.

"Hey, can we get some service over here?"

"In a minute," called Karmen impatiently. Her eyes never left the object of his affection.

I ran over to the irate man. "Is there a problem, sir?"

"Yes, please take my order."

So I took his order, and I cooked, and I served and fielded calls from Celia while Karmen flirted with some girls.

I could bear it no longer. It was the height of the lunch hour, the deli was full, and there were Karmen and that girl, taking up a whole table for a $3.50 cup of cappuccino. So I grabbed Karmen by the elbow and dragged her back to work.

While we were arguing, her girl ran out on the check. Karmen was livid.

"I had her in the palm of my hand, Azra! You own me a girl!"

"This isn't a game!" I hissed. "Clear some of those dirty tables!"

At last, she reluctantly agreed to perform her job, but her heart wasn't in it. And it wasn't long before I overheard her on the phone, flirting with another girl. Between keeping Karmen on the leash and running the place single-handedly, I didn't get a chance to make any dessert until dinner. I made a giant batch in Celia's blender and added a little card to all the menus advertising that, for only $1.99 more, my patrons could experience the miracle of Azra's Secrets.

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