Working Title : Loki & Annie

75 Parks and More Pizza

What. The. Hell. What the hell have I done? I've quit my job is what I've done. Annie clenched her eyes shut for only just a moment because she had no desire to trip on a crack in the sidewalk and fall flat on her face. Not that she would feel it because other than panic she wasn't feeling much. "I quit my job."

"You know no matter how many times you say that it's not going to change, right?" Sherise's voice was slightly amused. She had her arm through Annie's otherwise the girl would be walking halfway across the city before she knew it. 

"Right. Right. But I quit my job. It's the only job I've ever had." Annie shook her head, "I let my temper get the best of me, and now what?"

"Now we go to my house and write up your letter of resignation." Sherise tugged Annie's arm with hers, "Which you are sending to the old man, not Kevin."

Annie snorted, "You think that's going to make a difference? Kevin will still be the creep in charge of this office."

"I don't care if it makes a difference and we both know he already knows his son is a creep. But at least this way Kevin can't tell his dad some made-up story where you look bad. And if the  old man wants to talk to you, which knowing him he won't but if he does, then he'll at least know the reason why you're quitting."

"Which is what? His son's a creep? That I lost my temper? That I've been offered a job teaching alien gods about earth? What makes me not look like an idiot?" She was tugged to a stop at a street corner to let a car go when she would have stepped out in front of it. She didn't seem to notice.

"Uh, how about that Kevin is a stalker who followed you then confronted you in front of your friends about visiting a park on your day off?" Sherise gave Annie a look that clearly said she was concerned her friend was losing her mind. "Not to mention all the other crap he's done to you since you started working. And don't even get me started on what he did before all that."

Annie held up her hand, "Don't. Don't go there." Her voice gave no wiggle room to continue that line of thought. She stopped walking in the middle of the block to give Sherise a glare.

"Fine, fine." Sherise let go of Annie long enough to put her hands up in the air, "I won't go there. This time." There was a pause as the two of them started walking again, then the prediction, "But I gotta tell you, Mike is probably going to be doing something about this."

Annie swung her head around to look at Sherise who just shrugged in a sign that she had no control over what her husband did. Which both women knew wasn't true in the least but they both also ignored this fact. Annie rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Okay, letter of resignation. Then what? How do I make it through two weeks of dealing with this? He's going to make my life a living hell." Annie huffed the words out in resignation.

"More of a living hell? Look, mail the letter to the old man and then instead of working the two weeks you take all your vacation and sick time. And you're done." 

Crossing the street to the block the house was on Annie felt like she had lost all her energy. She really wanted to just go back to bed and suffocate under her covers. Instead, she continued walking towards the house, trying to stop thinking about what she had done and instead thinking about what she would do. Despite her sudden mental exhaustion she tried to sort through short-term and long-term needs.

"I need to give you a couple of months' rent."

"What?" Sherise's voice was full of surprise. "Rent?"

"Yeah, I need to make sure I stay a couple of months ahead, just in case." Annie chewed at her lip, thoughtlessly mangling it.

Sherise huffed a sigh, "How about we worry about that later? Like, way later."