Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 1005: Friday 28th June 2019

Entry 1005
Friday 28th June 2019

Natasha is a complete b*tch! I absolutely hate the delusional idiot!

Gary gave me my usual lift to work, and when we both arrived and walked through the entrance, we saw Natasha who was arriving at The Hive the same time as us. "Good morning, Gary," she formally said, "Good morning, Luke. I'd like to see you in my office in ten minutes please." "I didn't even know you had an office," I said. "Grow up, Luke," said Natasha, "Gary, if you wouldn't mind coming along as a witness?" Natasha then walked off. "A witness?" I said, "What is she on about?" "Oh dear," said Gary. "Oh dear?" I said. "Hmmm," said Gary, "Sorry Chuckles, but it looks like Natasha's got it in for you." "Tell me something I don't know," I said. "Yeah, but it must be serious if she wants me as a witness," said Gary. "Oh, chill out," I said, "I thought I was the worrier, not you. What's the worst she can do? Sack me? Oh dear, however will I cope?"

I waited a while and then followed Gary into the concrete monitoring station, we went down the corridor and arrived at a door. There was a sign on it that read 'Hive Manager'. It had clearly been written on by Natasha. "So, this is Natasha's office is it?" I said. "Well, it's not the broom cupboard is it?" said Gary. "Looks like the door to a broom cupboard," I said, "Come on, let's get whatever this sh*t is, over with." I knocked on the door, opened it and walked into the room; a small, dusty space with a foggy window, a grubby looking desk, and a rusty filing cabinet. It looked like the sort of place you'd go to get a dodgy loan. Natasha had clearly tried to make some little touches to the sh*thole by having a pot of posh looking pens on the desk and a stainless-steel desk-tidy, but it didn't do much to make the room look professional. "What are you doing?" Natasha asked firmly, from behind the unkempt desk. "Coming in," I said. "Yes, well I didn't say come in," Natasha said, "Go outside, knock again and wait for me to say come in." "Are you kidding?" I bluntly said. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" said Natasha. She didn't! I gave a deep sigh, rolled my eyes, exited the room and shut the door. I stood in the corridor, knocked on the door again, rolled my eyes at Gary and shook my head in despair. I waited a moment and then I heard Natasha say we could go in, so we did. Gary and I walked back into the office. "Right then," I firmly said, "Can we sit down, or do you want us to wait until you've sent over a written invitation?" "You know it's that sort of attitude that's got you into this trouble," said Natasha. "What are you on about?" I asked, "Can we sit down or what?" "Yes, of course you can both sit down," said Natasha. There were two neglected looking chairs on our side of Natasha's desk. Gary and I sat down, and I gave Natasha a confused and expectant glance. "Right," she said, "I suppose you're wondering why I have asked to see you, and why I've asked Gary to act as a witness," said Natasha. "Well, the thought had crossed my mind," I sarcastically said. Natasha pushed a piece of A4 paper across the desk towards me. "This, is a document issuing you with a formal disciplinary," said Natasha. I picked up the piece of paper and scanned the text. "Unprofessional conduct and violent behaviour in the workplace," I exclaimed, reading the words on the piece of paper, "What the f*ck is this?" I exclaimed. "I have asked Gary here to act as witness, so I can notify you in person and in writing that that you are receiving a formal disciplinary," said Natasha in a firm and official tone, "Ever since you arrived at The Hive you have shown complete distain and utter disrespect to me and the residents here. You have displayed inappropriate behaviour, acted unprofessionally, insulted me, made offensive comments, slacked off to a high level, shown terrible and outrageous conduct, and perhaps worst of all; the straw that broke the camel's back, is when I saw you hurl a rock at one of the residents. Such violence is unacceptable. You are a disruptive influence, and your conduct will not be tolerated any more. If you put one more foot wrong, you will receive a firmer disciplinary. Do you have anything to say?" A tense silence followed. I felt SOOOO angry. I noticed the look of awkward shock on Gary' face. With fury and disbelief all over my face I looked hard at Natasha. "Do I have anything to say?" I firmly said, "Do I have anything to say? Oh God, yes, I have something to say." I stood up and arched over the desk giving Natasha a furious glare as I prepared to fire off a rant, giving it to her with all guns blazing. "You," I angrily snapped as I pointed my finger at her, "You are one of the most stupid, delusional people I have ever met in my life!" "Luke," said Gary. "No, Gary," I firmly said, "I'm going to have my say." I returned my attention to Natasha. "I am sick to death of you lording it over me like I'm your property," I snapped, "Talking to me like sh*t, looking down your nose at me, making patronising comments, being all passive aggressive, ordering me about, giving me cr*p jobs, making me apologise to infected, and now this! Well, that's it! I've had it! I've had enough. You're a nasty, bossy, delusional b*tch who thinks she's something she's not and has taken the tiny bit of power she has and let it go to her head. So you can take your disruptive influence; you can take your formal disciplinary, and you can take your sh*tty job, and shove it up your f*cking arse!"