Fired

(Sammy)

That moment when nothing made sense, sitting in the conference room full of strangers talking nonstop. Your mind wanders around to random things, including counting the number of bald old men sitting.  

Of course, that only happened when your boss was a female with heavy makeup and red lipstick which made her appear like she was running for a clown show, two shifts a day. 

I sat in my chair lazily as I sighed inwardly, I was wearing tinted spectacles that gave me the advantage to close my eyes. Drift to sleep imagining my soft comfortable bed with nice smelling linens with fluffy soft pillows that I loved more than anything. 

 I was in an important meeting, a shareholder's meeting with a lot of board of directors commenting their views. In such a case I always came prepared, my specs shielded me from the unnecessary trouble and having to look at all the weird men and women, especially our boss who thought she was the diva of the corporation.

“Our company is the best, our clients depend on us to give them nothing but the best… gentlemen we need a strategic to grasp more and be on top,” I sat there not knowing I what was being said. I could hear an angry voice shouting my name, but I felt like shifting, and hence I threw my left leg to the sides and I heard murmurs rising,

 I muttered something about all the old fools to get a life and felt as my head was lowering down until I hit something solid, 

Ouch'

I said mentally and grabbed something close to me and leaned on it, it was the vice president's hand, it was meaty and somehow boney. I didn't care as I muttered again in my head. I thought I had it all under control until I heard a hand slam hard on the table just near my head, making me jump up. I rose to my feet abruptly, nearly falling, but quickly I grabbed the chair which the vice president was sitting in. I balanced up as I looked around the place, hoping it was a dream.

“Oh no,” Being in a meeting was a dream, and I was back home sleeping in my soft, comfortable bed. However, when my blurry eyes opened, I felt my knees weaken as I shifted my gaze around, and I was in a meeting.

 All our shareholders were staring at me as if I were an alien from Mars. I quickly adjusted my floral red dress and cleared my throat as my mind worked hard to come up with an excuse

“I…well…wow…you look so pretty madam CEO,” I said with fake laughter, stammering to think of an excuse to save me from trouble. The CEO lady was looking at me like a mean witch and just her eyes which were glowing a crimson red had me backing away unconsciously.

“What is this Miss Morgan…sleeping at work…in an important meeting” my boss yelled through gritted teeth, she looked angry and judging by the way she said the words through clenched teeth, I knew I was already fired.

“Miss… I mean Mrs.… Amelia… I wasn't sleeping I was…napping” oh gosh, of all things my stupid brain could come up with was napping, sleeping and napping were the same things, and now I slowly swallowed hard as I fiddled with my hands which has turned cold. Everyone knew the CEO lady was a mean woman. She never smiled which everyone feared and had tried to make her happy, unfortunately she was like a rock fated to be still and smiling was far from her vocabulary. And when I looked back to Amelia Hawkins, the woman of substance, and she was glaring at me in disdain.

“I will not have you insult my company… I forgave you once for being late for your presentation…you kidnapped our most important business partner causing our company loses, and now you were sleeping in my meeting…with our important shareholders!” my boss yelled, this time she didn't hold back, she let all loose as she counted, listed my felonies which I have committed since the day I started working and yes…it had only been two months and my boss hated me because I was better than her.

’T…that's not it…”

“You are fired! Now out of my company!” she didn't wait for me to finish my sentence when she cut me off, 'how rude' I mentally thought rolling my eyes in irritation.

“You can't do this…you need me… I'm your best worker” I said to her reminding her that other than being a worthless person she saw me as, I was capable of making work happen, I did more than she, the boss had ever done for the company and everyone loved me for it

“Best worker? Haa!” Amelia mocked looking at me in disdain, she was hell-bent on humiliating me in front of others because her voice was now high, she already had an annoying high-pitched voice, and now she was shouting on top of it

“You are nothing but a pain in the neck…you are worthless!” she shouted at me and I saw as the men in the room looked at me with disdain in their eyes. Some were nodding and agreeing with her statement, and seeing that my blood boiled. She had no right to talk to me in such a manner as if I were her slave, Samantha Morgan was no one's puppet, for a 24 years old woman, I was much more…beautiful and intelligent while she was just a divorcee left by her husband

“If I'm worthless so are you Amelia…just look at you…your dressing is ugly” I started as I looked at her from head to toe, I could see the change in her facial expression and I knew I hit the nail on the head, and I wasn't done yet “looking at you… I feel pity… I mean no wonder your husband left you because of how you look…for a CEO…you're dressing is horrible and this heavy makeup you wear doesn't look nice on you…your hairstyle is like that of the eighties” I added counting all her flaws, she got on my nerves and I went on embarrassing her in front of her employees such that I could see how the people in the room were muffling in laughter. 

 Amelia was sweating from embarrassment, and I was smirking as I slammed my laptop shut and picked it up

“How dare you insult me you pathetic low-class girl who doesn't even deserve to lick my shoes…”?

“I quit…you funny clown!” I shouted before she could go on and insult me more…yes I was not rich like her. I didn't have a mansion for a house, but I had self-respect. And I was going to walk out of her company with dignity.

“Out! You are fired!” she yelled after me as I elegantly walked to the door. I wasn't concerned with working for her as I went straight to my office to pack my stuff, it was rather hot, and I could settle for a cold drink, but I needed a ride. I quickly took out my phone to call the person who found the darn job for me.

“Hey Charlie …yeah your sister got fired for…the fifth time…pick me up ASAP ''I sent a voicemail knowing my brother was busy working. My twin was successful unlike me, he loved me a lot and would pick me up, although he was likely to scold me for ruining his hard work. In fact, I typed a large paragraph, explaining why I was fired and why it wasn't my fault 

“Just great” I muttered as I packed everything I owned in the boxes. I would rather not stay for long, knowing the clown might send her security guards to throw me out.