Cinderella at work. I scrub dirty dishes, put them into the dishwasher, dry them, stack them up properly. I cut my finger last night, thanks to the silliness of a waitress who stacked the plates so high that it keeled over into the sink and broke into a million pieces. I was picking out the broken pieces and accidentally cut myself. When I got to work yesterday, the ‘evil stepmother’ (not my stepmother, and she’s not evil AT ALL), asked me to have dinner first (they usually prepare dinner for us and supper after the work is done), that is after I repeatedly refuse due to the vast amount of dirty dishes and pots and whatnot. So I was enjoying my food, when she approached me, with all smiles, telling me to cook rice. Touched by the sweetness of her face, I told her I will. I resumed eating. She came back again, and smiled, and said, “Daron, when I ask you to cook rice, I mean NOW!”
In my mind, Gosh lady, you told me to eat and now you want me to cook rice, what do you actually want?!?!?”
Cinderella got a pair of glass shoes, a prince, and a happy ending. I returned home with monetary reward which is temporal, a small container of green curry, and wet and dirty shoes. My ending wasn’t that great either, I discovered a giant zit on my neck, and the kitchen in a total wreck. Someone was baking cake and left all the gooey mess.