I Need a Job
Recap: " Can you tell us who did this to you?"
I nod my head, "Dylan Guther-Hagen." I say darkly.
Chapter 2
That was three years ago.
I still can't forget that day. That man—monster more like it—took everything. Only one good thing came out of it—Angel. She is my everything, the only one I still love.
My parents disowned me the minute they found out, I bet you're wondering who these wonderful people are. I'll give you some options:
A) Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt
B) Kim Kardasion and some random guy
C) Jeb and Anne Walker.
If you guessed option A you are sadly mistaken. If you guessed B then you are also mistaken, I mean really people; do you honestly think a chick who is 10 or so years older than me can be my mom? If you guessed Bastard 1 and Bastard 2 you won!
You don't win anything though so too bad! But the awful, manipulative, gut wrenching, terrible people disowned me once I refused to get an abortion. I just couldn't do it. I didn't really care that Angel was a rape baby. She could have been an alien that was green and purple for all I cared.
She was still mine.
Perfect in every way even though she wasn't planned or even to the first trimester.
Jumping.
I woke up to jumping.
You can tell it's not a very fun thing to wake up too right?
Good.
So here I am waking up to jumping and an all to famillar voice saying,
"Mommy, Mommy! Wake up Mommy!"
I could have a little fun with this. I sat up in my bed my dirty blonde hair flying behind me while my arms shoot out and grab the little bundle of energy also known as Angel.
She squeals and I start to lather her in a million "Mommy kisses" as she says. She laughs and I smile a smile that stretches across my face and would probably break most people's face's. I stop kissing her cheeks and settle her down, "Hey baby girl." I coo to her, "What are you doing up?"
She smiles and jumps off the bed grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Let me stop and say that I love Angel dearly and she is my heart and soul, but let's not forget most two-year-olds can make very big...messes.
I can see some milk on the floor with the gallon bucket it came in along with cheerios and a red stepping stool. The table isn't much better. It's drenched in milk with a small bowl at a place mat and a few cheerios surround the bowl with a lot in the bowl. But I get what she was trying to do. I look down at her, her eyes are shining with pride and hopefulness. "Mommy, Mommy look what I did!" She exclaims happily.
"Mmhmm." I mumble already wondering when she got out the milk. "Sweetie, when did you do all this?" I ask gesturing to the spilt cheerios and milk.
She clearly doesn't catch on to my motherhood mode tune. "Right before I got you up!" She says. I nod and pick up the milk putting on the lid before putting it back in the fridge. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"
Oh yeah!
"Yeah sweetie just let me pick this stuff up." I say bending down and ruffling
her golden ringlets making her have a fuzzy halo of hair.
After I finish cleaning her mess I go to work. Little Bundle of joy my ass…
"Hey Max?" Ben says.
"Yes?" I say peaking over my cubicle.
"Jerry said he needs to see you."
"Shit," I mutter under my breath. "Tell him I'm coming." I say getting up and heading over to the elevator. I see him nod in my peripheral vision and pick up the phone.
The elevator dings after 30 seconds or so and I get off. Heading to the devil spawn's office. I knock and hear a muffled "Come in."
I walk in and see him with his feet propped on the desk with his hands behind his head.
There are some things you should know about my boss. He awful. He hates the world with a burning passion. Hates it. Sure he'll be your BFF forever for the first five days.
But then. That's when Godzilla comes out. Rawr! Rawr! Rawr! GODZILLA!
Yea, I know. Scary. "Max, how do I put this? The business hasn't been going so well and we need to cut some people."
Translation: My bitchy wife doesn't like you because she thinks you're a threat.
"Unfortunately,"—thank gosh—"you are on that list."
You know that saying that's supposed to inspire confidence? You know the one that says, "Life sucks."
I get what they mean.
"Sooo, you're firing me?"
He looks at me "solemnly" and says, "As of right now you have no job."
YES! Wait—NO! "But how am I supposed to pay the bills? How am I going to take care of Angel?"
And I know I have him. He may hate the world but he loves children. "I have a friend down in Arizona that has a thriving business in the city of Sansando. He needs a secretary now. I'll give him a call and tell him that. You're coming."
I nod and get up leaving that place.
Time to go find a job.
YAY!
Please for the sake of humanity. Note: The sarcasm.
I'm with my Mom this weekend! I'm so excited! So so so excited! I can't help squealing! I haven't seen her since Sunday so shush up!
(I was on my nook earlier today 11/1/12 and noticed that this wasn't where it was supposed to be. Sorry!)
Today's random piece of information: Quote:
"Spend more time building bridges instead of building walls."
