The Rest Of The First Week

I wish I could say the rest of the first week went smooth but that would be like saying that the entire world got along!

Tuesday

Natalie beat me home once more, changed into something that she claimed was more comfortable, sitting in the living room swilling a beer. I came in and didn’t ever get to say anything when she started to bitch to me.

“Can you believe that that so-called boss says I’m not allowed to have a beer with my tacos at lunch!”

“Yeah it’s called remaining sober to do your job correctly and trust me many places have similar rules!”

“Oh I should have known that you would agree with that stupid rule!”

Then the traditional storming off to her room, slamming the door to play what she called music loud enough to shake the walls!

Wednesday

I actually beat Natalie home so I was watching a rerun of “Flashpoint” when Natalie came in. She tossed her bag onto the couch then started.

"I work with a bunch of bitches who don't understand that not every female wears a bra no matter what color shirt she has on!”

I look up and could just make out the outline of a bra. “So what are you bitching about, you have one on!”

“Only to shut that fucking bitch Melanie up about complaining to Human Resources about me flaunting my tits in the office!”

Another storming off and loud music for the rest of the night.

Thursday

I beat Natalie home and took the advantage to grill a couple of steaks, make four Grilled potatoes and a garden salad for dinner. I sat the table when Natalie came through the door leading to the patio.

“I swear that place is so fucked up about smelling odors when you come back from lunch. I swear I had only one joint to deal with those bitches and suddenly I’m called to HR about it. God what are their problem if you don’t want to smell it than plug your nose or spray air freshener!”

Then she noticed that I cooked. “What’s this for?”

“Ah dinner you know the meal traditionally eaten after work!”

“I’ll take the beer but I’m a vegan and don’t eat what you've made!”

Cue the storm off to the bedroom and to playing her music!

Friday

Natalie beat me home and when I came in the door it was perfectly understandable why the local teens and a free adults were staring through my living room window and why I was pissed off at her.

I exploded this time, not her. “Why don’t you just post your rates to save the loser who can’t afford you!” I stormed off to my bedroom and only came out when she went to her room so I could get something to eat and to close the drapes on the losers who were still outside!