Thursday, June 29, 2006
Oblivious
I guess I never noticed his jealousy of me. I was unaware of how the over attentive waiter upset him or the charming police officer's eagerness offended him. But not only did it anger him, he would file it away in his memory to worry over at his leisure. But then again I never noticed he was gay. Until the day I seen him running down my driveway more girl than I could ever be. Then it was my turn to feel envious.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Baby's Gone Dietary
"Still can't sleep baby?", she asked in a drowsy voice when she finely felt him slip inside the bed beside her. The girlfriend knew he had been hurting. "Sssh, get your rest, you have a couple more minutes before you gotta get up for your shift", he whispered softly and snuggled up to her warm soft body. "Where you talking to someone? I thought I heard your voice." "No one. No one important. Anymore."
The man all the way across the city lay in his bed and stared at the receiver in his hand. He knew he was in trouble. "What was that about? Who would call at this time of night?", his wife asked with as much irritation a person can muster at 4:00 a.m. "It was the chef I had human resources send packing on Monday."
The campus was electric with excitement and tension the next morning. Security were vigilantly posted at the entrances. There where no walkers or sunbathers out enjoying the warm summer day on the grounds. The only motion out side other than the family's of geese swimming around the ponds and feeding off beetles, were the self important buzz of the matenance department canvassing the wooded perimeter in their motorized carts. Locked doors greeted the girl when she arrived. With some trepidation she walked through the unusually quiet dining room, looking for some explanation to the rift in the atmosphere.
She paused the main kitchen door and listened. She could here the muffled tones of hushed conversation, but could not make out their words, Slowly she opened the swinging door slowly. Co workers stood in gleeful groups gossiping about the excitement. Terrorist threats to the department supposedly had been issued from an ex employee. Frightened individuals were instructed on how to remain safe and follow crisis protocol if the dangerous individual did make it onto the campus. The department head himself appeared, with his adolesent son tucked by his side, and in the conference room where the window shades had been pulled safely shut, from unwanted eyes or scopes, he told every one not to worry, he had arranged the necessary precautions so the staff could continue their jobs without fear during the lockdown. The buzz of wild speculations and questions only grew. The girl quietly left the room, unnoticed.
Downstairs, at the pay phone she sat, fighting the sick feeling burning in her stomach as the anger kept her shaking finger from dialing the right number listed on the employee list. The thought of what she was doing might be inappropriate only briefly crossed her mind. After all, the coworkers numbers were posted everywhere. She was praying there would be an answer, but was surprise when he answered non the less. "Baby?" His calm voice sounded happy to hear her voice. "Hey how are you doing?", she tenativly asked him. "I'm ok, considering they don't want me there." "Not all of us. They never did appreciated tour skills here." "Yeah, I got that from the boss this morning when I called him to ask him why, about the time my honey was getting up for the breakfast shift." "Baby, you shouldn't have done that." "I had to ask him why, he did me like that. And say goodbye. I even asked if I could put him and his lovely family on my Christmas card list." "He made the executive decision to take that as a THREAT Baby." "What? Why?" "Just DON'T come back here Baby, Ok? Please? I can get you all your books and your molds and your things from here. "Naw, I don't want any of that stuff. " "You sure? "I can give it to your girl, if she comes back in to work. It's no problem. I heard she took a day today." "No I don't even want a memory from there." "I need to go Baby, they are going to be wondering where I am." "Ok, thanks for calling." "Bye, Baby. You are missed."
She thought about him as she climbed the service stairs. She remembered him feeding the stray cats by the garbage dumpster every night. She remembered him showing the mentally challenged dishwasher how to slice a cucumber. Of all the times he would be called in special to cook for the president of the corporation and many of the important clientele because he was by far the best chef the place had ever had. And worse of all she remembered the stricken look on his face after he would get sent to the human resourced department each time the managers felt he needed reprimand for something like having the balls to tell the night supervisor to stop staring at the ladies because it made them feel uncomfortable. Or telling jokes to cheer the line server who is going through radiation treatments.
With a smirk she walked back inside upstairs to watch the employee's huddled around the boss, clucking condolences while pouring the empathy over his over inflated ego. He was in trouble himself with human resources. That is why he was making the fuss. The girl would not have fawn over him, or look him in his eye, even if he were to notice anything other than himself. She might have looked at him, at that instant, through a cross hairs herself, if she had let her anger burn. But he is not worth it. He will hang himself.
The man all the way across the city lay in his bed and stared at the receiver in his hand. He knew he was in trouble. "What was that about? Who would call at this time of night?", his wife asked with as much irritation a person can muster at 4:00 a.m. "It was the chef I had human resources send packing on Monday."
The campus was electric with excitement and tension the next morning. Security were vigilantly posted at the entrances. There where no walkers or sunbathers out enjoying the warm summer day on the grounds. The only motion out side other than the family's of geese swimming around the ponds and feeding off beetles, were the self important buzz of the matenance department canvassing the wooded perimeter in their motorized carts. Locked doors greeted the girl when she arrived. With some trepidation she walked through the unusually quiet dining room, looking for some explanation to the rift in the atmosphere.
She paused the main kitchen door and listened. She could here the muffled tones of hushed conversation, but could not make out their words, Slowly she opened the swinging door slowly. Co workers stood in gleeful groups gossiping about the excitement. Terrorist threats to the department supposedly had been issued from an ex employee. Frightened individuals were instructed on how to remain safe and follow crisis protocol if the dangerous individual did make it onto the campus. The department head himself appeared, with his adolesent son tucked by his side, and in the conference room where the window shades had been pulled safely shut, from unwanted eyes or scopes, he told every one not to worry, he had arranged the necessary precautions so the staff could continue their jobs without fear during the lockdown. The buzz of wild speculations and questions only grew. The girl quietly left the room, unnoticed.
Downstairs, at the pay phone she sat, fighting the sick feeling burning in her stomach as the anger kept her shaking finger from dialing the right number listed on the employee list. The thought of what she was doing might be inappropriate only briefly crossed her mind. After all, the coworkers numbers were posted everywhere. She was praying there would be an answer, but was surprise when he answered non the less. "Baby?" His calm voice sounded happy to hear her voice. "Hey how are you doing?", she tenativly asked him. "I'm ok, considering they don't want me there." "Not all of us. They never did appreciated tour skills here." "Yeah, I got that from the boss this morning when I called him to ask him why, about the time my honey was getting up for the breakfast shift." "Baby, you shouldn't have done that." "I had to ask him why, he did me like that. And say goodbye. I even asked if I could put him and his lovely family on my Christmas card list." "He made the executive decision to take that as a THREAT Baby." "What? Why?" "Just DON'T come back here Baby, Ok? Please? I can get you all your books and your molds and your things from here. "Naw, I don't want any of that stuff. " "You sure? "I can give it to your girl, if she comes back in to work. It's no problem. I heard she took a day today." "No I don't even want a memory from there." "I need to go Baby, they are going to be wondering where I am." "Ok, thanks for calling." "Bye, Baby. You are missed."
She thought about him as she climbed the service stairs. She remembered him feeding the stray cats by the garbage dumpster every night. She remembered him showing the mentally challenged dishwasher how to slice a cucumber. Of all the times he would be called in special to cook for the president of the corporation and many of the important clientele because he was by far the best chef the place had ever had. And worse of all she remembered the stricken look on his face after he would get sent to the human resourced department each time the managers felt he needed reprimand for something like having the balls to tell the night supervisor to stop staring at the ladies because it made them feel uncomfortable. Or telling jokes to cheer the line server who is going through radiation treatments.
With a smirk she walked back inside upstairs to watch the employee's huddled around the boss, clucking condolences while pouring the empathy over his over inflated ego. He was in trouble himself with human resources. That is why he was making the fuss. The girl would not have fawn over him, or look him in his eye, even if he were to notice anything other than himself. She might have looked at him, at that instant, through a cross hairs herself, if she had let her anger burn. But he is not worth it. He will hang himself.
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