Not So Typical Work Day E-Book

Jaye Green

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Working for the Boss from Hell does have a few perqs.  Unworking is one of them.   But anger and hatred don't dissolve.   They fester, and lead to actions, or in this case, in actions.

Leseprobe

Jaye Green

Not So Typical Work Day

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One

Typical Tuesday; Caldwell Bellow marches to my desk as I was shutting down, barking about needing me to...

I cant tell you what he needed as I wasn't listening.  My working day runs from 8:30 to 4:30. Bellow does not exist until after 8:30 and ceases to exist some time before 4:30.

What he said had no relevance for my answer was and would be;

"Can't, have to pick up my wife..."

As I said 'wife' I gave him a quick sharp glare that dug into what is left of his brain.

Unlike Caldwell, "Caddie" Bellow, I am not unfaithful to my wife. I am not unfaithful to my friends.  My relationships don't end because I can't keep my pants on or need to demean my friends to feel superior.

Bellow, who had been a periphery friend, (before I came to work for him) stood a few feet from my desk, his slow brain climbing over my words as if I spoke Chinese and he, a native Arabic Speaker, had to translate them into English.

I unplugged my computer, out of the office,  down the steps, into the bookstore, through the sitting area then out, tossing a 'see ya' to Miss Cook, (the secretary/receptionist) and across the road to where I parked my car.

Sure there was parking at Bellow's; that whole area behind the office could hold eight cars, but to park in that area meant I'd need to find someone to unlock the gate and open it.

Having experienced this; no thank you.

One of Bellow's sons called 'Slug', was the 'gate keeper' .  He invariably disappeared between 4:20 and 4:50.  Having experienced this imprisonment once,  I parked my car across the street.

Coming and going was not dependent upon whether or not Bellow was in a good mood or Slugs was functioning, (I'll deal with 'Slugs' in some other chapter) my coming and going was up to Me..

This parking across the street was one of a number of reactions made to actions of my once friend Caddie.

Chapter Two

 The next day, Wednesday, I dropped  my wife, Shelly, at the Bank where she worked, then drove the few blocks to my office and parked across the road.

I was thinking about going to the Match this evening. I was borderline. Parking at the stadium is always an issue, leaving the stadium after the match, always a problem, and bumper to bumper traffic going and coming was standard.  Shelly had suggested and promised to phone "Onside", a Sports Bar, to learn if they would be showing the match, and if so, taking bookings.

I'd just crossed the street, about to enter the office 'reception' area...

As everything connected with Bellow is convoluted, you won't be able to imagine the 'lay out' of the office so I'll stop here and map it.

One enters through a grill into a sitting area.  Miss Cook, is behind the desk to the right.   Keep walking,  through rows of books for sale, then through a side door way at the back, into a room with a printing press.

Pass the press, go through the backdoor.  You're now outside, standing before the parking area.   A few steps,  turn left, then up the stairs.

Enter through the  door on your right, into the computer room,  through the room, passing the workers, into my office.