FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

"What the hell? Oh, Jesus. Kat, you'll get the chop for sure. I've got to say, that's rough. It was a pretty sweet setup you had going. What will you do now? Do you think you'll find another job as good?"
Wow, way to make me feel better, Ry. I already want to cry right now.
"Bloody hell, Ry... whatever happened to, supporting friends? Shit, you've got to have something here? I mean, you've got to know something about flowers. Your Gran's places covered in them."
He sighed, and what he said wasn't helpful at all.
"Kat, that's my Grans deal. She's the green-fingered one, not me. I couldn't give a crap about anything green. That's including green veggies. Wait! Have you tried switching them around? Like, take the dead ones out. Just move a few odd ones from the back. Then move them to the front where the bald patch is."
Yes, I've thought of that, but there's just too many damaged ones to cover it all. I tell him this, but then he said, "Well, you best start looking for a new job then."

"Thanks, buddy. Once again, you've been a grand help."
"Always a pleasure. But seriously, just tell them what happened. I'm sure they'll understand. They're lucky to have you, and who else is crazy enough to babysit three crazy cats? Not only that, but stay there while they piss off around the world. They'd be spending God knows what on ridiculously expensive stuff. If they get rid of you, over a few fucking flowers, then they're as crazy as those cats. Anyway, I found the rest of our washing. Mrs Daniels was about to place them in the lost and found. So, it's a good job I arrived when I did, otherwise we'd never seen them again."
He suddenly falls silent before finally announcing that Rachel, (she's his girlfriend) is at the door.
"Sorry, I couldn't do more to help Kat. As I say, they'd be crazy to fire you. Just tell them you'll pay for the damages, or you do a free shift or something. Hell, they pay you enough. I'm sure you'll manage a free day for them. Listen, I've gotta go, but I'll see you on Monday. Try not to stress over it. It's done now, so what will be, will be."

With those parting words, he hung up, leaving me in distress. Damn it! I'm screwed. Seriously, could my night get any worse?

***

Later that evening...

I wish I hadn't thought those words. Yep, this was just the start of my crazy weekend. Not only did I destroy her flowers, but the cats broke free. I was in so much of a mad rush looking for my phone, I forgot to close the back patio doors. Oh, Jesus. It only takes about an hour to get them back inside. I even lowered myself to bribery, tempting them with a jar of caviar. Luckily, they like that shit, so they came inside as soon as I opened it. A Cat's sense of smell is truly amazing. They smell their food from miles away. Of course, later that night, it became even crazier... 

Needing to destress, I grabbed a towel and head towards the gym. I knew that was the place to be right now, but when I'm finished, I'm hitting the bottle. I'm hoping it'll knock me out, helping me to forget about this evening. Not forgetting my upcoming career demise. Their gym's situated across the back garden, inside of a little outhouse. They had it built when they bought the house. The only downside to this place is that, the windows are freaking huge. You not only see the garden, but you see the damage I've caused, too.

"Oh, God... way to 'de stress' Kat. Okay, just don't look at it. It's bound to disappear soon enough."
It's getting pretty dark now, and with the gym lights being on. It's making it harder to see the garden. I guess that's a bonus, but it's not making me feel any less guilty. Not being able to see it now helps a little.
After warming up and running the treadmill for twenty minutes, I grab my towel and a bottle of water. Then after telling myself "I need a proper drink" I make my way back to the house. When I stepped outside, I end up shivering.
"Oh, bloody hell! It's cold."
It didn't help that I'm only wearing a thin white T-shirt... along with my denim shorts. Both of which were pretty much hacked with my trusty scissors. I used them for practically anything and everything. That's including my hair. Yes, I cut my hair sometimes. Well, I used to. That's before I got this job. Now I can afford the salon. Sorry, scratch that. I used to, but not for long. Oh God, I'm doomed. I can cut my hair, but it's only trim. So, when it comes to styles, I'm screwed. The reason I'm screwed now though, well my long thick wavy hair is ruby-red. (Dyed, of course) But my blonde roots will make an appearance soon. I can't dye my hair on my own. I always mess it up. Not only that, but I can never find a decent colour. I'm never that lucky. For reasons unknown, I always mess it up and get spatters of solution all over the place...
I finally walk past the incriminating flowers. I make sure not to look at them. I can't deal with the guilt. I know it wasn't my fault, and it was a total accident. But still, I feel so bad about it. Once inside, and safely away from them, I grab the bottle of champagne. I head to the bathroom where I take a long soak in their Jacuzzi. Oh boy, it's divine. I can lay there for hours. Well, until it gets too cold anyway, but while I'm lying here enjoying my glass of champagne, I hear something.