Today I started delivering pizza again.
On my first day, a coworker was the victim of domestic violence in the parking lot. With her baby in the car.
So lots of cops.
Also the assistant manager made me take my nose jewelry out. Ears are fine, at least.
Btdubs, I got a new helix piercing last week. Right ear.
And I have a super awesome migraine. But now I’m finally home and eating a taco.
“Have a seat, Barbara.” Mr Nichols gestured to the chair to the left of his desk. He waited patiently as she strode into his office and swept her skirt behind her knees as she took the proffered seat. “It’s come to my attention that some of your transactions are, shall we say, disputed.” He raised his left eyebrow and maintained eye contact.
In Barbara’s defense, she remained cool and collected. “If you’ll have a look at my history with this company, sir, I believe you’ll find a bit of poorly hidden contempt for me coming directly from accounting.” She was unable to raise a single eyebrow, so she pursed her lips the tiniest bit.
Mr Nichols leaned back in his leather chair and laced his fingers behind his head. “That’s where you’re absolutely correct, Barbara. I’ve already taken the liberty of reviewing the files we have on you from when you were a junior assistant, and I haven’t caught a single bounce or blooper. But if that’s so, why have these reports begun turning up on my desk, day after day?”
“Tactical espionage.” she answered, with the merest hint of a shrug. “I’m far from the first person to cope with such workplace persecution, and I certainly won’t be the last, even in this illustrious field. Correct me if I’m wrong, but when you took over as Vice President, you had a tiff or two with Human Resources.” She smiled, believing this discussion to be over.
She was correct yet again. Mr Nichols laughed aloud, throwing his head back and holding his belly as he spewed forth joy. “You win again, Barb. I’m firing Steven by the end of the week. Keep up the good work.”
Well, after originally denying me an exemption, after the first recess the clerk of court pulled me outside the courtroom to let me know the judge has excused me for the week. While waiting outside I even had two other potential jurors ask where I lived to see if they were going my way, but no dice. Fortunately a friend was able to come pick me up, and even bring me to get my blood pressure prescription filled (I definitely need that right now!!).
It looks like we’ll have no problem getting my friend’s car tomorrow afternoon to use, and Wednesday to keep, yay!
Thank you so much everyone for offering distractions, I love you for it!
Sounds good, right?
All is almost well. We do have another matter that’s demanding immediate resolution. I’ll let you know what’s going on when I can, but in the meantime, we need all the hopes and prayers you can give us that things go the right way. Thank you so much!!
Ah, yes. The second day and I’m ready for home.
My fourteen-year-old brother just got caught sneaking out. Not physically, but my stepfather just discovered his absence. He’s not supposed to leave the house.
I hope he gets home safe and doesn’t get killed when he does.
I wish I knew what was going to happen.
I wish my family weren’t so screwed up.
I’m tired of worrying about everybody.
Update: He’s home safe, for now.