hypocrite, cookie, city, telephone.
Sally kept pacing back and forth across the vintage, black and white, diner-style linoleum tiling that she was pretty sure had to have been installed as only a joke. Every other word racing through her head was "hypocrite", and the other was, well, too vulgar for her to say out loud without blushing.
Sally ran a bakery in the city, modestly titled Sally's Best Efforts, and right about now, she had it up to here waiting for the third time this week on the same late employee. The employee was nowhere near a new one, but this one particularly was annoying. Every other week, she would arrive an hour before the shop was to open, right on time for work, and then everyone who also came in on time, but was a minute behind her, got berated up and down the street.
Then the next week after that, she would show up to work an hour behind everyone else, branding her the grand title of "hypocrite". This week though was just a little bit different.
This week, Sally and the other employees decided that they were done with Veronica's hypocrisy. All she did was needlessly stress the other bakers out, and Veronica did very mediocre work both baking, and interacting with customers compared to the performance of the other hireds.
Before she could pull herself up and out of her thoughts, Sally inhaled sharply as the sound of the bell above the door going off and alerting them of someone's entrance snapped her out of her trance. There was still another thirty minutes to go until opening time for the shop, so she knew that the door had to have been opened by the key of an employee, and only one employee was left to arrive that was working today. Veronica had to have arrived.
By the time that Sally had that figured out, Veronica was stolling right in to the employee lounge in front of her eyes. Veronica had the hypocritic audacity to have stolled in, and was smiling and knawing on a cookie that had to have been a product of that day's very first batch. It was an unspoken tradition that Chad, Sally's oldest son who worked at the shop, always got the first cookie set aside for him under the glass on the front counter. Veronica hadn't been to the back of the shop yet, so Sally knew that she had to have taken Chad's first cookie from under the glass.
Sally couldn't hold it in anymore, and she knew she'd have to get to it anyway, so why beat around the bush? "You're fired, Veronica."
Veronica laughed, obviously being too self-superior to believe the sentence had been anything other than a joke. "Good one, Sally."
"I'm serious. Myself and every other employee here believe that it's about time we made this decision. I'm sorry, but you're fired. I'll give you a few minutes to get anything you may have in the back, but that's it."
Veronica's face was painted in disbelief, and she let out an ungodly snort. "You can't be serious, I'm the best employee you've got!"
"Veronica, you heard me, now pack your things and leave. Don't dare think about taking anything on your way out either, because there's a telephone right behind me and I will call the police."
Note: Between this and a random fanfiction story I wrote, I banged out 1226 words today, so I'm getting more comfortable writing in prep for NaNo.
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