There, in front of the sink piled up with stinky curried egg containers and water glasses with lipstick marks, was about the only place the other staff and I could take a break from our boss. He didn’t bother us there, mostly because there were no customers to put on a power play show for.
It was on this particularly busy afternoon after my boss called me a word I won’t repeat here in front of our usual ‘ham, salad, extra avocado’ man that I’d retreated out the back to hide the tears of embarrassment in my eyes. But also to stop myself from barking out a comeback that would’ve got me fired.
Looking back now, I kind of wish I’d just said what I was really thinking to my boss’ face – that he was a horrible, miserable dickhead that only felt good when the people around him didn’t.
Because I left that job at the sandwich shop not long after that day when I found my boss’ peep hole.
Yes, a peep hole.
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During those few minutes I was hiding out the back, one of the other girls arrived for the late shift. Like every other day, she walked pass and said a quick hello before nipping into the ‘cloak room’ a.k.a where we were allowed to dump our bags.
Only unlike ‘every other day’, I’d thought how nice she looked that particular afternoon. As I turned around to tell her, a really small flash of bright blue on the white wall caught my eye.
I turned back around and thought nothing of it. Until she came back around to the dish area wearing a blue jumper.