“The Bar” Chapter III

“What a mess. I bet you were glad when that was over.” Sheila said, Gloria nodded in agreement with her.

“I was, but that was not all that happened on Monday.”

“You’re kidding.” Gloria and Sheila said at the same time.

“I wish I was kidding, but I had to call my boss. When he answered the phone and I started to explain, he cut me off mid sentence and told me that he did not want to listen to excuses. He said that if I was not there in thirty minutes, I was going to lose my job. Then he hung up.”

“What did you do?” Sheila exclaimed.

“Well, I started my car, drove off as quickly as the speed limit would allow and went to work. By the time I got to the parking lot, I had only seven minutes left out of my “allotted” time. Remember I told you earlier that my car was making a racket?” Both women nodded in acknowledgement to my question.

“Now the noise was starting to get louder. I just shut the engine off and literally ran to the building. I burst through the doors in a fast walk, caught the elevator right as the doors were starting to shut, and slammed my hand on to the fourth floor button.”

“I was dripping rain everywhere, my hands, clothing and probably my face, were filthy. By the time the elevator stopped. I was fuming. I was angrier than I could ever-remembering .being in my life. I headed straight for Mr. Sanders office, dripping rain and mud every step of the way, and burst through the door without even knocking.”

Laughing, Sheila said, “I guess it is a good thing you don’t carry a gun”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Gloria chimed in. “Go on, what happened next?”

“Like I said, I walked straight in, in to an office full of all the bosses in the building, including the president of the company.”

Once again, Gloria and Sheila said at the same time, “No way.”

“What did you do then?” Sheila asked.

Candace took a deep breath then told them what had happened.

“I wanted to lie down and die. At this point, I knew no matter what I said or did, that I no longer had a job.

“That being the case, I simply unleashed my fury on Mr. Sanders. I pointed at him, and in my sweetest voice, while glaring at him, I said, You sit here on your, self-important pompous ass, doing nothing except yelling at everyone who has the unfortunate luck of walking in to your line of sight. I have worked here for five years and not once have I missed a day or been late. What was my reward? You said, and I quote, ‘I do not want to listen to excuses.’ you also said that you ‘would not accept any explanations.’ I have wanted to say this from the first day here, Mr. Sanders, you are a hateful, lazy, sorry excuse for a boss and ‘Take this job and shove it, I ain’t working here no more.”

It was so silent in that office you could have heard a pin drop. I turned around and walked out.

“I left the building as quickly as was possible. I figured that with my luck I would be escorted out, if I did not leave before someone decided to call the security guards.” Candace reached for her glass then changed her mind.

“Oh wow, I cannot even imagine the strength it took for you to say that.”

“I agree with Gloria, I don’t know if I could ever get enough nerve to talk to anyone with that amount of venom in my voice. I hate to leave you girls, but Stacks is starting to give me the look that says, get back to work.

“Gloria, will you give Candace my phone number?”

“Give me a call and let’s work out a time we can meet here, at ‘The Bar,’ every so often. It’s been fun.” With that, Sheila went back to work.

“Seriously Candace, surely your boss could see he had it coming to him. Especially after he saw the shape, you were in. Don’t you think he might get to thinking about the situation and give you your job back?”

”The only chance that I would have of getting my job back would be if Mr. Anderson, the  president of the company, were to tell him to rehire me. The chances of that happening are one in a million.”

“I don’t know about that. The way it looks, to me, is that everyone there would have understood how you could have lost your temper.” Gloria said, looking thoughtfully. “Well honey, I can truly see how you can say you had a bad start to your week, but how did it make you have a bad week?”

“That was just the beginning of my problems. Are you sure you want to hear about the rest of my week?”

“Are you kidding? I would pay to hear the rest of this.” Gloria said with a laugh.” Please, continue. You were saying that you quickly left the building.”

Gloria’s facial expression was that of someone who was watching a soap opera on television. She was leaning forward with her elbows on the table, looking like an over eager child.

Candace smiled; it felt great just to have someone who was truly interested in what she was saying. “So as I said, I quickly left the building, went to the parking lot, and got into my car. When I started it up, the noise I had heard earlier was louder than before. I just shut the car off and laid my head down on the steering wheel. I was ready to scream.

Since I knew it would not change a thing, I took out my phone and called my mechanic. He said he would have a tow truck there in about thirty minutes. I just hung up the phone, leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and waited.”

“Mr. Tensely, the tow truck driver, came about ten minutes earlier than I had expected him and I was glad to leave the area. I removed my front door key, from the key ring, and gave the rest of my keys to him. I then called for a taxi.

The taxi arrived at the same time the tow truck left the parking lot. The taxi ride was uneventful thank the Lord. About twenty minutes later, I arrived home, paid the driver, got out of the car and walked up to my front door. I was never as glad to be home as I was at that moment.”

To be continued…

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2 responses to ““The Bar” Chapter III

  1. Jenny Prany

    Huh, how come the ending just didn’t seem like the end of a chapter 😦 . I want to know more, but this chapter ended so quickly! Something big is going to go down isn’t it! I have a feeling Candace didn’t really get fired did she :D. I think I liked chapter 2 better, probably because there was more :], but I bet this is just to lead us to the next chapter huh.

    • You bet!
      Jenny, my Idea of a book and it’s chapters is, that each chapter should leave you wanting the next chapter. From the tone of your comment, I have succeded. To me, this is the biggest compliment anyone could give me. Thank you. I must warn you that not all chapters can be as rough on poor Candace as the previous ones. If you really cannot wait, I could give you Chapter IV… But, never mind, (lol ) you will find out for yourself. Thank you for all the wonderful comments. They are greatly appreciated.
      Your friend,
      Redonia

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