What's the best part about working for Big Burger? 🍔 Probably the fact that I'm the hottest chick here. All these other cows can't keep their hands of the free samples and employee discounts.
Its a admin job, handling customer complaints, consumer rights, health and safety but occasionally I come into the local stores. Honestly, it’s pathetic. The way the other managers hover around the sample trays like starving dogs. Have they no shame? No self-control? I mean look at my shirt, it's baggy on me.
Oh, for heaven’s sake, they expect me to taste this new burger. Fine. Someone has to have a refined palate around here. One bite, and that’s it. Just one—
…alright, perhaps two. Quality assurance is important. I have to be thorough
The nerve of that girl in accounting, staring at me when I finished the whole thing. It was research, nothing more. If anything, it proves I’m more committed than the rest of them. And this little pinch at my waist? The dry cleaner’s fault, clearly. They always over-press my suits.
“Joining the burger belly club?” they jeered. Me? Ridiculous. I’m still slim compared to them. I told them so, right to their greasy faces. And then I drove home and… well, I deserved something after that ordeal. A bag of fries in the car. A shake. Comfort, not weakness. Not weakness.
I caught my reflection today and… no, it’s the lighting. My face is not rounder. Neither are my legs or hips or anything. I sucked in my stomach (not like I need to) and my breast button popped. ... Yeah it's just a little hormonal boob growth. ... Yeah
I… I don’t know what’s happening. My blouses gape at the buttons no matter how carefully I dress. Customers glance at me when I take my lunch — as if they expect me to be eating. And yes, I order more than I should, but that’s because I have to know the menu inside out. It’s professional.
hormones, water weight, the heaviness of winter. By summer, it will vanish. I am not like them. I will never be like them. This is temporary. Entirely temporary. Who even designs these uniforms? Made for stick figures, not real women. This is just a little seasonal softness — gone by spring. The customers that stare at me are simply jealous.
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