Abandonment Posthaste.
I haven’t been back to work since Monday. I’m thinking of not going back. Not only am I not getting payed but now I’m not even interning, I’m just volunteering.
I was fine with that.
Up until Monday.
First off I walk in the shop and as I turn the corner to the boss’s office I notice a mysterious man sitting in the chair opposite the boss’s desk. He is a young man dressed very urban, looking very out of place in a computer repair shop. I hear him talking about when he can start work.
(Dream Sequence)
What the fuck is this boss? What are you replacing me now? oh I get it you talked me up saying all that bullshit about how I know three time more than the other interns and then you just fuckin say fuck that guy, well fuck you! I don’t need this piece of shit store, I’m out of here!….you broke my heart….
(Real Life)
Hey boss.
I vainly tinker around with two computers that are already there but nobody bothered to write down what was wrong with them. Boss comes in and tells me he needs me to go on a field assignment with him in ocean side and it shouldn’t take more than three hours and he’d drive me to the trolley station. I put on my backpack and wait for him, while I wait several customers enter and I deal with all of them, taking their computers or giving them back and accepting they’re payment. I’m running back and forth giving the interns computers and telling them what to do, holding their hands. Eventually my boss says it’s time to go. Now at this point I should explain the reason he wanted me to go with him is because he is handicapped. How he is handicapped I couldn’t tell you, in all my time there I never asked, what I can tell you is he uses a crutch attached to one of his arms and he doesn’t seem to have complete control of his arms or legs, well enough to walk around, drive and run a business. Once in the car, his handicap immediately became a concern for me, at moments it looked as though the wheel was going to easily slip out of his grasp. It took an hour to reach our destination. I fell asleep a few times so I can’t be exact. The destination was one of the nicest houses I’ve seen, we are greeted by an old woman who directs us to a room decorated with a theme of airplanes. Down to a fan shaped like a propeller.
And a window that had a view of the back yard/ rain forest. In this room was a desk and cabinet above it all clearly new and a new still wrapped up computer, monitor and printer/scanner/fax machine. The reason for driving all this way was simply to plug all these devices in and make them work. when the old woman and her husband left the room, my boss whispers to me “were getting payed so much for this.” and in the back of my head I think “you are you fuckin prick.” it takes almost two hours and we leave with the old man skeptical as to whether or not we actual did the job despite us giving him evidence. The boss drives for an hour and stops, at a trolley. I’m incredibly disoriented from sleeping and the fact that I don’t know where this trolley station is. The boss is on the phone when he drops me off, he doesn’t say bye. I’ve never been on this kind, its high up several flights of stairs. I look for the map and discover I’m at least two hours from getting home. My sorrow is distracted by a dark bald woman arguing loudly on her phone, she is wearing nurse scrubs, I think nothing of it until she screams “NOOOO!!!…I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA JUMP OFF THIS AND FUCKING KILL MYSELF RIGHT NOW!” I look back; the other people waiting don’t seem to be bothered.
Finally the fancy new trolley comes and me and the crazy woman walk in at the same time, she finds a seat but there is nowhere for me so I stand next to a young girl who is also in the same predicament. The woman is still yelling quite loudly, talking about getting “TWO FUCKING ASSHOLES FIRED!” and “SOMEONE ATE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND THAT WAS MY FUCKING DINNER!” eventually she says “I gotta guy, love you, bye!.” she shakes her head looking at her phone. I notice she sees me looking at her and I look at the floor, pretending to be preoccupied. But she already knows. ” GAHH! How many times did I say I had to go?” my eyes nervously dart around. “umm a fair number” “yeaaa well now I gotta make some calls to get these TWO ASSHOLES FIRED!” the trolley makes a stop and some people in the back seats leave, I quickly run to take their spot. I space out for an hour, change trolleys, I wait for a bus, I space out, I get home, I lay down.
I don’t like this that much :/
