Who really says thank you to someone for something like that.
Really Grace thats the best you could do, I scorned myself mentally while I sat at work
Hello this is Winston's windows and today we'd love to offer you the spectacular deal of PVC double glazing - fuck off we don't want not fucking windows ere ya pest A gruff Birmingham accent interrupted my rehearsed speech, then the dial tone.
There goes another sale. I guess no commission for me today. Great As I made my 50th call of the day without one single sale I prayed that this call would be my commission for the week.
Dialling the number in the phone I waited patiently for it to ring. Good afternoon mr cooper my name is Jane (come on Nobody uses their real name incase the sale went wrong) and I'm calling to offer you - My dads dead, why do you people always do this I heard a female exclaim like a banshee into the receiver. Oh fuck another deceased customer we weren't informed on.
I calmly apologised to the woman like i was trained to do in these unfortunate circumstances. However she didn't hear me and continued to wail into the receiver. So I gingerly put the phone down. At least she doesn't know my real name I internally sighed Well no commission for me this week. Yet again
Just as I picked up the phone to make another call before the end of my afternoon shift, my manager called me into his office.
My manager was an overweight Middle Aged white man who smelt like stale beer and cigarettes with a hint of body odour. He had a protruding stomach that hung over the waist band of his trousers hiding his belt buckled. He always had ridiculous sweat patches around his armpit which was clearly visible on his current baby blue button up shirt (which was extremely tight may I add). He had a receding hairline that he tried to hide by combing his greasy hair forward, which was just comical and short stumpy limbs. To put it nicely lets just say he wasn't what we would call a catch.
"Hey mike", he pointed towards the seat opposite him at his desk. He watched me as I sat on the dusty old chair and his gaze zoomed in on my leg showing through the side slit of my black fitted maxi dress 'Hey Gracie, I guess your wondering what I've called you in for?' No shit Sherlock I internally remarked. Instead I smiled sweetly and said yes.
Well I've noticed you haven't been hitting your targets recently which means you've been missing out in your commission
Oh shit I thought, please don't fire me please don't fire me I internally chanted
Well I have a proposition for you, which will mean that you will no longer have targets and continue to get commission. He got me, I was intrigued. Go on I prompted 'To get this benefit you will have to service me ....on a personal level?' He whispered with a raised brow and a smirk on his greasy sleazeball face "What do you mean" I asked confused, "like a secretary?"
No, I mean Gracie you'll have to deal with this. He then rose from his seat and showed me the slight bulge in his pants slightly covered by his disgusting stomach . This was a sight i was far from appreciating
Oh hell no, this motherfucker has lost his mind I was overcome with a wave of nausea. First Jason (which I didn't mind), then my manager? Interrupting my thoughts my manager continued to spew his deluded thoughts 'Gracie baby I know you've wanted me for a while, and I've seen the way you look at me' yeah in disgust I thought 'the way you always wear those crop tops and tight dresses, to accentuate you delectable derrière to seduce me' I disrupted his senile speech
'I'm 19 this is how most 19 year olds dress, I didn't come to work to seduce a disgusting old man like you. I came here to get money' Well then if you want to continue to make money you'll fuck me, I know you get around Gracie, pretty girls like you don't stay innocent for long
My mouth literally hit the floor, he thought I was a slut. Is that what people's impression of me was. IM A VIRGIN! I screamed in my head. I calmly collected myself in my seat. I got up, and said "fuck you and fuck your shitty £4 an hour job And ps you smell like BO" I remarked. As I calmly left his office Mike called after me "Are you sure about this Gracie, you have so much to offer this establishment ...and me?" he chuckled.
I continued to walk out and ignored him. Once I reached the entrance my calm facade faltered and i slammed the door with all my might, with the intention that hopefully the whole office collapsed on top of the scumbag and all that was left was rubble.
Most of the staff probably heard our encounter through the crappy cardboard like walls in the shitty make shift office because they were all staring at me in shock.
Not only am I awkward Gracie, but I'm broke jobless Gracie to. Just great
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