Confessions of a Bitter Mary Sue

Lacey was having a screwed up time of it lately. She hadn't been able to get to work at all. In fact, she hadn't even been able to get to the cafe nexus in general for about a month. At first she assumed it was something nexus drama related. But then she kept finding her paycheck on her kitchen counter for hours she hadn't put in.

Weird.

If that wasn't weird enough, she spoke to her boss the first week it happened. Buffy had told her that she had no idea what was going on. The two of them decided it could be something related to Lacey's world, and so they contacted one of the partners. Silence had informed them that there was nothing wrong and that she should have been able to get to work. This of course annoyed Lacey and she politely told the woman that if she could have gotten to work she would have. Only she really wasn't polite at all and had used a few words that should have gotten her fired. Thankfully, Silence just laughed it off. And that was how it was. Lacey couldn't get to work, she got a paycheck..

And she was bored out of her freaking mind.

Which was probably why she had spent her month in her house. Oh sure, she went shopping, socialized (sort of) with her friends in town, she did normal things.
And she hated it. The normalcy was stifling her. It was then that she realized that was why she secretly enjoyed working at the cafe. It was a nexus and weird things could and would happen. It could be unpredictable. She was a fucking junkie on whatthefuckery. Joy.

But all this didn't just annoy her, it left a little worried. After all it had been a month. She'd tried calling the bosses again but this time she had no response. What the hell was going on? Lacey had no clue.. so she decided to just slowly die of boredom.

Lucky her.

On the plus side, if this kept up, she wouldn't have an excuse to miss Thanksgiving. (Not that she would. Hello, her mother's cooking was fucking awesome.)

..Good god she was bored.

Or at least the job aspect. I think I may be cursed. The first job I ever got was some babysitting gigs when I was thirteen. Back then I was dreaming of being like the girls in those Babysitters Club books. Yeah, I know. Lacey as a babysitter? Shock. Lacey as a nice girl? Yeah.. let's not discuss that.
Anyway, my babysitting career ended by the time I was sixteen when one of grandparents of a kid watched decided to make really disgusting innuendos to me. While I'm pretty sure it was due to senility, it was still disgusting and I unceremoniously retired.

Besides, then I got the job at the place of evil, the den of hell. Pizza Hut. I worked there until I graduated. And when I moved out of town, I just got a job at another one. You probably think, "Oh, it couldn't be that bad." When you have to deal with the little mind games the shitty management pulls, trust me. It is. So why did I put up with it? I have no idea. Easier than looking for something new? Bills to be paid? Excuses excuses. Either way, I finally quit after my life as a Mary-Sue started. I just couldn't handle the stress of of it all.

Then I got this job offer to work over in the Lunatic Cafe. From who? Oh, that Sil chick. The goddess thing. Anyway, the pay was too good to pass up and I'd get to be in power. (Ok, I was just management. Same diff.) Sure, I'd wait tables too on the side, but that was doable. I didn't have to cook and I could boss people around. It was perfect. Except it wasn't. Now instead of the usual people I'd deal with back home, I was now open to dealing with the multiverse. I've seen pretty much everything now and because of the cafe, I pretty much refuse to go wandering any of the other nexuses I know about. (Sages, Dear Multiverse.. That stuff.) I'm traumatized I tell you.

Oh sure, there were some good things. (I got to meet some of my favorite characters from things I grew up on. Like 21 Jump Street. What? Shut up.) And uh.. I met Superman... But we won't get into that. We won't. Why? Because I'm talking about the negatives here!

The other day I was working the cafe and there was this trio of drunks. One of which was Susan Imp, a chick who looked like the girl from Kill Bill (the Japanese girl with the ball and chain), and a dead ringer for my Clark. They were getting completely out of control and I'm pretty sure the short one was going to die of alcohol poisoning if they kept it up. So I cut them off from the bar. The Clark look-a-like even tried to act all wounded and get more booze. Yeah. Right. Like I'd fall for that. He was a freaking weeble wobble. Half the time these people couldn't stay on their feet!

If I suddenly start associating Clark to the human weeble wobble and his friends, I'm going to find that guy and beat the shit out of him. I'm just saying. It'll be his fault.

Yeah, this was really of no importance but I'm bored and I decided to think. This is what you get.