She's a Little Bit Country, He's a Little Bit Rock N' Roll

My alarm clock started buzzing furiously. I reached over and hit it with my fist as hard as I could without breaking the damn thing.

"I don’t have the energy to be an adult today.” I whined to myself.

It's 6:35 in the morning. I just graduated from college three days ago and today marks the first day of my permanent life vacation from school…except for the fact that I have to work today.
Even though I have a Bachelors Degree in Literature in order to teach, it’s going to be a while before I can get any sort of teaching gig. Today I start my first day at my parent’s country club alongside my best friend Pixie.

Pixie Shane Ryann…that girl is a handful to say the least. We met in the second grade and we never really looked back. We’ve been through it all together. She’s on the same boat as me with this “has a degree, but can’t find work in the field just yet” thing. It really sucks but…welcome to America.

Did I want to spend the next however many months serving stuck up suburban families at a country club? No. Do I have much of a choice? Ask my student loans that.

I walked to the kitchen of my small apartment and brewed the strongest pot of coffee I could manage. I never really drank the stuff up until I hit college. Those all night study sessions really hit me hard sometimes.

I poured myself a cup and looked at my front door as I heard a key jingling into the lock.

“Please tell me it’s still Sunday again and we don’t have to start work until tomorrow.” Pixie groaned while slamming the door closed and throwing her belongings on my couch.

“You and I both wish, sweetheart.” I chuckled pulling down another mug for her.

“Why does the universe hate us so much? How did other students we graduated with already have jobs lined up and we got nothing? I maintained a 4.0 GPA and NOTHING.” She sighed, slumping more into the couch.

“We’ll find jobs eventually. We won’t be stuck working for the club forever. Just keep telling yourself that. This is only temporary. We just have to keep a flow of cash coming to pay off our debts to society.” I extended the cup of coffee I made out to her and took the spot next to her.

“You know, that’s the funny thing. I had to borrow money from the government in order to earn a degree to teach children for the rest of my life. Not even children, high school kids, which is way worse. I feel like THAT should be enough to pay off my debt to society.” She chuckled inhaling half of the cup.

“Repeat to yourself, Pix. Twenty two bucks an hour. We wouldn’t even be making that much teaching.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my pack of cigarettes off the counter. Pixie joined me on my balcony as we tried to relax before getting ready to step into hell.

My apartment was tiny, but it was comfortable. My favorite part was the view. My balcony overlooked Huntington Beach, and watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other has been my favorite daily activity since I moved here.

“Maybe we’ll meet someone famous working at the club and get well tipped.” Pixie chuckled taking another drag off of her cigarette.

“Famous or not, I don’t care. I’m just not about to get walked all over, even if it is for over twenty bucks an hour. I still have my dignity and pride.” I rolled my eyes.

“What if someone wants to tip you a grand, but still treats you like shit?” Pixie raised her eyebrow.

“I could surrender my dignity temporarily for a thousand bucks.” I laughed.

We both walked inside to start getting ready for our first day. After staring at the uniform for five minutes trying not to vomit all over it. We had to wear spotless white tennis shoes, a khaki tennis skirt, a white polo shirt with the country club emblem embroidered in emerald green, and a matching green sweater to tie around our shoulders.

Shoot us.

We both grabbed it hastily and jumped into quickly. We had half an hour to report.

We both threw on minimal makeup and made our hair look presentable as quickly as we could before I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I drive a pale yellow 1955 Ford Thunderbird, a gift from my grandfather in his last will and testament. The car is my only child, and I spoil it like one.

Pixie leaned back in her seat trying not to fall asleep as I turned the radio up to keep us both awake on the drive. It was a beautiful Monday morning in Huntington Beach, California. There is a long list of things I would rather be doing today than working.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the country club, we gave ourselves one last look and touch up before running through the lot to make it to orientation on time. We made it with one spare minute.

“Welcome ladies! Are you here for your first day?”

We were greeted by an overly excited older man, probably in his mid-sixties or so.

“Yes sir. My name is Ivy Scott, this is Pixie Ryann.” I smiled extending my hand to him.

“Ah, yes! Your father is Charles, correct? Your father is a wonderful man. He spoke very highly of the two of you! I also hear you just earned your degrees this past weekend, so congratulations on that!” He smiled and shook our hands.

We were led down a long hallway that seemed to last for an eternity before reaching a board room with a sign reading “Orientation”.

As we found chairs in the sea of about fifteen other new employees, we slumped into them and looked at the clock. It was only 8 A.M. sharp. We had exactly nine hours left of this day.

As the woman conducting our orientation began her agonizing speeches and introductions, Pixie and I both realized that we needed something stronger than coffee to keep us going at this point. The orientation lasted for four hours, and finally at noon we were released for lunch after being told where we would be training for the rest of the day.

“Can you believe this? My first day on the job and they’re putting me in the dining room. Do these well-manicured nails look like they want to deal with dirty dishes all day?” Pixie sighed.

“I would rather have your job. They put me on the golf course. Now I get to be a caddy for middle aged men trying to pay me money to sleep with them because they hate their wives.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

Our lunch break together flew by too quickly before we had to report to our stations. As I said goodbye to Pixie and headed outside to the green, I was greeted by a fellow employee whose name tag read “Taylor”.

“You the new girl? The name’s Taylor. I’ll be shadowing you today.” He smiled extending a hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Taylor, I’m Ivy. For the most part I know how caddying works, so you won’t have to train me on much unless you guys have different policies here.” I shrugged.

“Nah, here is the same as any other place. Just make sure the team you’re assigned to has everything they need. If you’re a giant kiss ass that’s when you get the bigger tips.” He chuckled.

We walked over to a podium that had a brown leather book resting on it. It showed the appointments for the day and who would be assigned to each team. I flipped to today’s date and ran my finger down the page until I found my name next to the reservation name I was assigned to.

“Matthew Charles Sanders…” I whispered aloud.

“Dude, no way! You got his appointment on your first day? Talk about luck. He comes all the time with his buddies and fiancé, but I’ve never had the chance to caddy for him and I’ve been here for eight months.” He sighed.

I guess I was lucky. It took a couple of seconds before I realized that I would be caddying to the front man of one of my favorite bands. My anxiety started to kick in and I internally began to panic.

“Taylor switch our appointments around. I can’t do it. I don’t even think I would be able to make eye contact with him.”

“Ivy, you’ll be fine. Don’t treat him like a rock star, treat him like any other club member.” He shrugged.

“Easy for you to say! And to think, I thought it was a good idea to wear the bare minimum of everything today.” I whined.

“Okay, number one he’s engaged to some ice queen. Number two, you’re a beautiful girl so no need to worry in that department. Number three, like I said, you’ll be fine.”

I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. Taylor was right, I was going to be fine.

Or so I thought…

Notes

Hello all!
It's been a terribly long time since I wrote anything. The last time I wrote on Mibba was about five years ago! The other day I decided to log into my old Mibba account and re-read everything I completed on there. I cringed at most of it as I was younger and the writing could be improved, so I decided to take my old stories and re-write them from scratch! If you find the stories with the same title, please don't report it! They are from my old account. I am transferring everything to my new account as I re-write it. For now, my old stories are still up so if you would like to read them and then read them from here as they're revised, you're welcome to do so. My old Mibba author name is CaliCupcake. I hope you guys like my work and continue to support it! I am so excited to be writing again!

xxoo, Leagh