The Terrible, Awful, Very Bad Day (fiction)  

absolutelynormal 56F
6016 posts
5/4/2006 9:02 pm

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5/5/2006 4:21 pm

The Terrible, Awful, Very Bad Day (fiction)


She was crying as she walked up the road, gas can in hand. I'm sure the people passing me by are thinking that I'm crying because I'm out of gas, which I am but they don't know just how bad a day it's been.

I have to be at work at 0600. My neighbors woke up at 3 AM and proceeded to wake me. I swear if I never hear a woman moan again it won't be too soon but what really got me was the banging of the head board against the wall. I don't know how either of them came, they can't keep rhythm for shit.

Then it started storming about 430. Lightening took out my computer, my TV and my answering machine. It also took out the power altogether. So no power, no AC.

I lit candles and got on up, took a shower. I can't dry my hair which means it'll look like someone put Aunt Gertrude's toy Poodle on top of my head. I can't see to put on my makeup with no lights, the clients will just adore me today.

I get in my car and turn the AC on full blast. I crank up the tunes and start to work. I turn down Pine street only to see one has fallen across the street, blocking the flow of traffic.

I finally get around this roadblock 2 hours later after the power company sends a truck to cut the tree up. I would have called work but I left my cell at home. I did get a note from the cute cop saying where I was and why, just in case.

I get to work. They've put me on the shit end of the hall since I wasn't there to object. This means every resident I go in to see will be swimming in poo. I hate this job which is why I had an interview elsewhere yesterday.

The interview went well until she decided that she knew me from somewhere. (I'll be honest, she knew me, I don't know her, I aint saying a word.)
She used to be a parole officer, that's how she knew me. I got into some trouble, my BF was using my car to do all kindsa things out of. I was working at night, so he had my car during the day. He was hauling ho's around in it and as if that weren't bad enough he had a meth lab in my car. I was eventually acquitted but it took a long time. She knew me because my BF was her hubby. FAr as aI know he's still upstate.

So I left it like that, I have a familiar face etc, etc. She wasn't buying it and I could see that she wasn't. The job she was holding the interview for was a psych nurse. I just don't know how she went form parole officer to HR person.

Ok so I'm at work, shoveling shit out from under all the bed bound people, It's no easy task as some weigh upwards of 333 lbs. I do this back breaking work until 200 and they decide to send me to lunch.

I walk down to the cafeteria to find that they've just closed. I decide eating out of the machine won't be so bad. They have Hot Pockets. I put 2 and a half bucks in the machine but it gives me nothing back. The place is closed. I go into fuck-it mode.

I sit outside and smoke 3 or 4 cigs. Sip on a dew and I'm done. Off for more shit shoveling.

I get off work at 3, they sent me to lunch at 2, makes sense doesn't it? SO I go back down to my side of the hall and start doing things like turning patients. Washing hands and faces etc.

I'm having a nice chat with Mr Elmerson's daughter (I think she has the hots for me, not that there's anything wrong with that). When Amber comes in and says the boss want to see you. I'm thinking, effing great, I'm getting out of this God forsaken place in 15 minutes and the boss wants me.

I go in and sit down and wait for her to show. SHe walks in with a box in her hands. In this box is all my stuff from my locker. SHe goes on to tell me that I was late, I'd been warned about tardiness. I reach in my pocket and pull out the note from the cop. I [Isuppose]I may have had one of those nahnahnah looks on my face. She looked at Mack the security guard and said escort her off the property.

I take my stuff to my car. I notice all the bird crap on it, I fling open the drivers door and throw my stuff in. I climb in. It starts right up, I love this little car. I drive and think. I think that I hated that job and I'm glad it's over by any means.

I still cried. They have forgotten that I am special. I am a good nurse and how dare they treat me in this manner. My feelings are hurt. I am outraged that they could do this to me. I'm drivin and cryin.

My car starts sputtering. I look at all the control panels. The gas Gage is way down on E and the light is on. I'm going up a hill. Sputterspuuuttttter Spuutterrrrr, Stop.

I have no cell phone. I get out and walk and cry in the rain.

mycin62 54F

5/4/2006 9:16 pm

Well, IF it were true, that really sucks! But, look at the bright side, there is such a nursing shortage, you should have your pick of jobs

If it's not true, GREAT story!


absolutelynormal replies on 5/4/2006 9:20 pm:
It's a figment of my overactive imagination.

rm_yukonpaul 51M
1120 posts
5/4/2006 10:27 pm

Good story.


absolutelynormal replies on 5/4/2006 10:59 pm:
Thank you

ProtonicMan 48M

5/5/2006 4:48 am

Mac, I'm SOOOO glad that was just fiction. I mean, I'm a supportive guy and all, but Holy Sh**! That kind of a life would wear out even my strong shoulders!

TJ


absolutelynormal replies on 5/5/2006 3:31 pm:
Yeah, i was tired just writing it.

digdug41 49M

5/5/2006 7:14 am

you have a way with words mac and your gonna blow up in blogland you just wait and see

roaming the cyber streets of blogland


absolutelynormal replies on 5/5/2006 3:31 pm:
Look who's talking DD I just wanna GROW up, not neccesarily blowup!

norprin5 55M

5/5/2006 9:40 am

well written, very real!

King Nor XVIII


absolutelynormal replies on 5/5/2006 3:33 pm:
Thank you cute hiney Canadian guy I think I'm gonna have to stop teasing you about your behind

rm_mmmgoodnova 106M/106F
1259 posts
5/5/2006 4:17 pm

Glad it wasn't real, you had me scared...but as usual, good writing.


absolutelynormal replies on 5/5/2006 4:22 pm:
tyvm

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