7 Days of Incest/Prologue

Jake Rodgers is your name. You wouldn’t say that your life has been awful. After all, you’ve always had two strict but loving parents who always provided you with food, a place to sleep, and clothes to wear. They spent time with you, made sure you received a good education, and kept you safe while you were growing up. And yet, sometimes… your life just seems to suck. Normally, you are used to dealing with the bullshit that life throws at you, but for some reason, this week had hit you particularly hard.

As spring break quickly approached, college quickly became busier than ever and the load of homework grew exponentially. To make matters worse, the restaurant you worked at had been unusually busy and short-staffed, forcing you to regularly work overtime. Combined with your recent sleeping problems, you soon found yourself becoming increasingly tired and irritable. So when your boss called you into his office late Friday afternoon after yet another long shift, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Jake, please take a seat!” Your manager says as you enter the cramped little office. Behind him stood a middle-aged woman dressed in a business suit.

What is she doing here? You think to yourself as you slowly sit down.

“Do you know who this woman is?”

“Uh... she was one of my many customers?”

“That's right. But, Mrs. Fields also happens to be in charge of customer relations for all of Steak-Out.”

Oh... shit. That’s not good.

“You probably remember that Mrs. Fields asked you for the bill,” Your manager continues. “Do you remember how often she did that?”

“Um… twice?” You wince.

“I waved for you at least five times!”

A cold pit forms in your stomach as you remember hustling back and forth between tables a couple hours ago by yourself. You remember how you could barely hear anything over the chatter of the guests, and how this very same bitch of a woman waving at you exasperatedly for ten minutes while order after order of food was rapidly being pumped out by the overworked chef.

"I... I am so sorry," You stammer. "It's just... you have to serve steaks while they are hot, and there were so many people… I was alone and—"

"We know that it was a busy day for you,” Your manager emphasizes, but before he could finish, Mrs. Fields jumped in.

“But no matter what, you have to smile and be polite.”

“So what happened when she called you the fifth time?” Your manager prods.

“Um... I guess I wasn’t polite enough?”

"Right; 'I’m here, already,' is never the right response!”

“I’m sorry, ma'am! I’ll have to remember that next time.”

"I’m afraid there’s not going to be a next time, young man," Mrs. Fields replies with a shake of her head.

Wait, what? Did she just smile?

“Jake,” Your manager sighs, “we have to dismiss you. At Steak-Out we can't tolerate this kind of behavior, even if it just happens once."

“But… I… I was here on time and working hard every day this week. I’ve even put in extra hours, just to make sure this restaurant wasn't overwhelmed. I’ve never made a mistake like this in the past, and —“

“I’m sorry, Jake, rules are rules.” Your manager snaps, ending your pathetic whining. “The customers are the ones who pay us; we can’t afford to show them the slightest hint of disrespect.”

You open your mouth again, but one glance at Mrs. Field’s smug-filled eyes and the slumped posture of your former manager reveals that you had no hope of turning the situation around. So, silently you stand up and turn to leave, a sense of loss beginning to fill your mind as you contemplate what to do next.

“Jake, wait a moment!”

You turn around, feeling a brief moment of hope… only for it to die when you see your manager holding out a pink envelope.

"Here’s the official notification of your dismissal,” He says.

“Oh…”

You take the letter, the little hope you had left crumbling to dust.

As you turn to go, your former employer shakes your hand.

“If its any consolation, I hid a good reference letter inside so you will find a new job quickly."

“I heard that Greasy Fries is always looking to hire people like you,” Mrs. Fields taunts as you round the corner, never to return again.