"It was 4 minutes. I wasn't driving the bus," Sheila said sharply.
She desperately needed this job. She needed the money and the health insurance that came with it. Her husband would be very unhappy if she got fired today. Despite all this, Sheila was in not in the mood. She hated Mr. Fredricks and wasn't going to just sit and beg for her crappy waitress job while he tried to dominate her and get a hard on.
Mr. Fredricks walked around and sat in his large leather seat on the other side of the desk. Sheila stared at him with the same amount of contempt and disgust that he was showing her. They held each others gaze for an uncomfortable amount of time. Sheila wanted to look away but she was not about to let him win.
Her boss adjusted his tie while glancing down at the desk then back at her. He apparently wasn't used to people standing up to him.
"I don't think you understood. Do you want to keep your job Mrs. Gibson.?"
"I heard you," She snapped, "And I told you what happened. If you expect me to beg you for this crappy job, or sit here while you stare at my tits, then you are as stupid as you look."
Sheila didn't know what had come over her. She knew that her employment here was going to last just about one more minute before she was thrown out on her ass. She would worry about that in a few moments. Right now she wanted to just enjoy the look on her fat boss' face.
"If I was your father, I would have slapped that filthy mouth of yours and taught you some manners years ago!" Mr. Fredricks face had gone red with anger.
"If you were my father I'd have cut you in your sleep. Or you would have tried to grope me in mine, I'm sure. I've seen how you look at me, and the other girls that work here. They all put up with you because they are afraid of you or can't lose their jobs. As much as I may need this, it's not worth putting up with you."
"You're fired. Your last check will arrive here within two weeks. You will need to come in to pick it up and there will be some papers for you to sign. Now if you'd kindly leave," Mr. Fredricks said calmly.
It had seemed so anti-climatic. She had been prepared for a yelling match and swearing, maybe even hostile threats. To just be fired and told to leave with none of the anger she had briefly seen in him, it was almost no fun.
Sheila, just as calmly as she had been fired, stood up and walked out of the office and the hotel. The feeling of relief and joy she had been having lasted until she made it back to her bus stop.
"Now what? How am I going to explain this to Kyle? I don't have any skills, what am I going to do now?," She thought to herself, her mind racing. After several minutes a bus came by and she boarded it. She walked with her head down to the back of the bus and sat staring out the window. She had managed to calm herself a bit. She was a waitress. There was a fairly good chance she could get another waitress job somewhere in this city. Her husband might freak out, but he was a good guy. He would be supportive after maybe a small argument. Or she could just not tell him and hope she found a new job before he found out. It wouldn't be so bad. |