My new bosses normally dark brown eyes turn black when she’s angered.
After four years I have just left left the comfortable position of a pussy job at a local Big Box Store to find myself a member of an all girl cleaning crew. It wasn’t long at all into that very first morning before I learned that there are two ways to vacum a very long hall , really good ….and better. Add the fact of a neglected lint bunny behind a dryer to the poor choice of vacuming really good as opposed to “better” and there I stood …berated before the cold, coal black stare of she who must be obeyed.
And I stood alone as all the other girls banded together to glare me down and show unison with the boss. I may be the owner of the company but they knew who it was important to side with. It was more than evident they needed to show intolerance towards he who pisses off the “real boss” and thus creating an uncomfortable morning for all…..
There it was….. early in that very first morning of my new position when I found myself sent home early… sans pay and in disgrace. I was informed in more than one language that I needed to go home to paint the house and leave cleaning to the pros as the black pupils of those eyes quickly overpowered the dark brown iris’.
“Yeah” chimed in the three employees fearing a miserable black eyed morning.
And so I left, tail between my legs, to head home to paint the house.
Once home I discovered my hasty retreat from the job had caused me to neglect shutting the pickups tailgate. Some where on Beacon St. two brand new batteries to leaf blowers used to sweep entry ways used the opportunity to commit suicide. Obviously fearfull of the return home of the Black Eyed One they lept from the back of the truck….as probably should have I.
