One Drunken Mishap ✔️

13: Changes can be good, right?

I got up and got ready for work. When I finished, I went and helped Kami. I dropped her off and then went to pick up a coffee. I figured I was going to need the caffeine if I was going to get through the work that piled on my desk.

I stood in line, waiting for customers to be served. When I got to the front, I placed my order and dug into my purse for some money, causing the people behind me to be agitated. Yep, I was that person.

Then I heard someone say, "Keep the change."

I looked up to see Scott standing there, "Thanks," I said, moving my hair behind my ear.

"Well, we wouldn't want you to be late for work. I'm pretty sure your boss is a stickler for punctuality." Then he gave me a wink and left.  What was that?

I hurried to my car and drove to work. I parked and got out, walking into the building, but before I did, I noticed the name change, Stevens Inc.  A bit arrogant, you think?  What is with these guys and naming companies after themselves?

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. I walked into the office and went to take my seat at my desk when I noticed the mound of work was missing, and so were my items.  What in the world?

Then it hit me. Scott's firing me. That was great. I had worked hard for three years at a company, only to be met with a pink slip. Ugh.

I stood there and looked at the desk, and then I heard a female voice behind me say, "Excuse me."

"Huh?"

"You're standing in front of my desk. It's my first day, and I don't want to make Mr. Stevens mad," she squealed.

I looked at her. She was a pretty little thing. She must have been no older than twenty-one. Of course. Why not hire someone younger?

I decided to chuck it in and go home. Maybe I could find a new job. As I started walking towards the door, I stopped. Nope, I refuse to go quietly. That's the problem; I'm so afraid of rocking the boat that I take it, take it, take it. Well, no more.

I turned on my heel and marched right into Mr. Stevens's office. I would give him a piece of my mind, whether he liked it or not. If I were getting fired, I would let it rip.

I marched into his office. He was sitting at his desk, typing on his computer.

"You! You! You!"

"I? I? I?"  He looked up from the screen.

"I can't believe you're going to fire me!"  I yelled.

"Excuse me?"  He looked at me, confused, but I didn't care.

"How dare you come here and take over a company, then fire me?  I am a damn good employee!  I work my ass off!"  I was raving like a lunatic as I paced and yelled at him.  "I have never called off sick!  I don't dress like a slut!  I do my job!  Let me tell you, I do it very well."  I turned and pointed at him.

He stood up and crossed his arms.

"But hey, it doesn't matter if I'm a great employee. I mean, who gives a flaming shit if I am. I'm just another expendable employee. So screw you!"  I was breathing hard.

"Are you done?"  He asked me.

"Yep, I think that covers it," I said as I regained my composure.

"Okay, so now that you spoke your mind, Let me speak mine," Scott said as he walked from around his desk to me. I know you're a hard worker. I watched you this past week. I waited to see if you would blow up at me for all the work I gave you, but you never complained. You just worked—through lunch, coming in early and leaving late, all the while missing time with your daughter."