After high school, Nicki had two things on the brain. First, she wanted to make sure she had a job, because a job meant she could afford her own apartment and that white BMW she had her eye on. Second, she wanted to make rap music.
One of her jobs was serving biscuits and shrimp to jerks at Red Lobster in the Bronx for $12 an hour. She hated it, but she always found a way of amusing herself and the other waitresses on her shift. One time, on an especially busy night, she was rushing to get some plates to a table and one of her super-long nails popped into a customers salad.
Our manager said Look at this, Onika. This is not good, recalls a former coworker. And Onika goes, Damn, I know! I cant believe I just broke my freaking nail! That didnt get her fired, though. She was fired for following a customer into the parking lot, knocking on his car window and giving him the finger. He stole my pen! she says cackling. I gave him the pen to sign the credit card slip, and I was gonna show him: I will lose my job for a pen. So I chased him into the freaking parking lot. Who does that?!
The hardest part about getting fired and Nicki always got fired was telling her mother she would have to come back home. I never wanted to accept that I was not ready to live on my own. My mother would call. I would be like, Everythings great! But I wouldnt have food in the refrigerator. I refused to ask for anything.
She's already lost. CURSE THEE, BIEBEN!
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