Multi Perspective Essay

"Lia, I'm going to smoke outside, is that ok with you?" Vicky shouted to me from the backroom of Baskin-Robbins.
"Yeah, sure." I replied with apparent annoyance, glancing nervously at the expanding line of customers.
It is hard for me not to hold grudge against Victoria: she has arrived to work for merely five minutes, which she devotedly spent giggling into the phone. Just when I thought she is done, she claims that needs to go chain-smoke in the back of the store - without even considering helping out her hectic co-worker.
"Oh, well, maybe it is all for the better. She can't do anything other than making a big mess anyways." …