•November 10th-November 12th Jumpin’ Jive Pre-owned Cars-odometer tweaker
•November 22nd-December 1st Beauty and Beyond Salon-hair sweeper
•December 14th-February 5th Cybernet Telemarketing-hang-up preventer
•Two month sabbatical Professional loafer
•April 6th-present Utopia Café-coffee wench
EDUCATION:
•Graduate of Wisteria High School
•Head cheerleader for the Fighting Trojans (Go team!)
•Voted best dressed
•One week at Groomers ‘R’ Us
•Four weeks at LaVonda’s Divine School of Cosmetology
INTERESTS:
Long walks on the beach, sunsets, romance novels, cold winter nights, paychecks, fine dining, shopping, naps, playing the lottery, men in kilts/uniforms/calendars, and massages.
REFERENCES:
“If you do not enforce strict ‘attendance’ policies, Miss Jamison is the perfect candidate for your company.”
– Mr. Ron Peaty, Manager of Utopia Café
“Please give my friend a job. Please.”
– Miss Sherridan Smith, best friend
CHAPTER ONE
ISN’T IT AMAZING HOW ONE seemingly innocent decision can change your entire life? For me, that decision came in the form of a grande mocha latte.
Allow me to explain.
The day began normally enough. Translation: I rolled out of bed thirty minutes late, rushed through a shower and hurriedly dressed in the standard black slacks and white button-up top every Utopia Café employee is required to wear. Unlike the other employees, I left the top three buttons of my shirt undone, revealing hints of the white lace (push-up) bra I wore underneath. Don’t judge. Some people are mammarily challenged and need a little boost. Anyway, if I showed a little cleavage my pervert boss wouldn’t care that I was late. Again.
He might even thank me for coming in at all.
Was it wrong of me to rely on the girls to get me out of trouble? Probably. Did I give a shit? Hell, no. In fact, I un abashedly adjusted them for ample display. I was single, twenty-four and determined to keep this job. Anyone who objected could blow me.