Carmen

Work Lover

After I get to my stop an get off, a few steps later I see Sir Mickey following me. Odd right? I knew he was new to the USSR, but I didn't know this new! I turn to see if he was still here but he disappeared, I turned in front of me and he was dead in my way. Freaky much!?! I jump and let out a scared shriek, "calm down miss I forgot your name that's all!", he said hush me up. "It's Robin, Robin Korobka". "Your a native here then! Splendid! Could you show me to 143 Roblanka Avenue? That's a company I work address and I don't know how to pronouce the company's name but at least I know the address", he smiled awkwardly showing his naiveness swell. I looked at his form and it was my job! Salenger's Inc., it wasn't even Russian! How did he not know this?!? "Follow me and I'll take you there, that's where I'm heading". "Oh thank you Robin you are amazing"! He was and interesting lad, probably special in the head, but interesting. We walked out the train station and headed Le Brette and Indigo street. We crossed and and took a taxi the rest of the way. "So", Michael started awkwardly, "How long have you lived here". "My life", I said sounding rather coldly, I didn't mean to it just came out that way. "Oh, that's great because I need a friend like you in these tough times". He called me his friend, I feel fantastic now! Oh yeah, got a new friend! Woot! And a guy friend at that, who saw I was a girl at first. Am I getting that feminine? I guess so, I wonder if it's good or not? Oh well,back to the us in the taxi. "Where did you use to live Michael", haha I called him Michael. "I was birthed in England and raised in France, and now I'm here". Interesting, very interesting at that. "When were you born?", I asked. "November 3, 1919 Miss. And you?". "March 11, 1921, wait you're older than me?!? Awkward much?", I slapped my mouth shut in shock at what I said. All Mickey did was laugh like he was drunk off of lemon scotch and booze together. I blushed harder than he did at the train station.

The taxi dropped us off after a twenty minute ride of silence. We walked in all you can smell is burning metal. "Ah, the wonderful smell of steel in the morning! Lets go check in". I clocked in and got y gloves and helmet. Mickey clocked in and grabbed a notebook. What? "What are you doing?", I asked in snarky curiousness. "About to work I'm a manager love". What?!? So, this guy, that I just met is now my bos?!?!? Where the FUCK... do they do that at??? I'm raging mad, and just leave and go to work. No good bye, no see you later, just straight up walk away. I'm working and I'm still flaming pissed, is it because I'm a woman? Probably so, not! Or so, whatever! Lets fast forward to me pounding the shit out of steal. Sparks fly everywhere and so does my anger. I slam my hammer down harder and harder minute that people start telling me to take a break. "NO I WILL WORK AS LONG AND HARD AS A WANT!", the roaring attitude I had made shocked faces appear left and right. I pounded 75 steel rods and 12 steel sheets. That's more than I do in a week! But it was worth it, by five in the evening I'm cool and calm. Until I see his face again, "wow did a lot of work today Robin! I'm so proud of you!". I contained my anger smiled and took my gloves, I felt powerless and wanted to leach his all his new power he just got out of him! I wanted that position, manager. The top fog of the steel company, I've worked my ass off there for seven years! And I'm still at square one, bullshit! I rushed out the building after clocking out and called a taxi, he caught up with me. I scoffed and was preparing to ignore him. "Hey, what's wrong. Why so mad love?", he asked in concerned. That ass hat, he knows he can carry me away and he does it t the right time too! So suave, but still, I'm not gonna talk. After two minutes I cave in. "I've been working at this steel company for seven ears straight! No breaks, no absences, no sick days, just straight work. Working my ass off harder than anyone in this fucking factory! Trying to get to your spot!", I screamed. His look was guilty and depressed. I stopped my vent for three seconds to look in his eyes, and I cried. He looked shocked an hailed down a taxi, pick me up bridal style and threw he in the taxi and told him to go to the train station quickly. Me, the asshole I am, tried to get out, but he was strong, oh so strong. he sat me in his lap and held my mouth and waist, "shhhhhh love, don't fight me.", he said softly in my ear. My tense working attitude melted into a warm and relaxed loving one. Slumping into him and relieving myself was the best thing I've done in months. I curled up onto his lap and he held me close, very close. Our fifteen minute ride was quiet, but amazingly fantastic. He even payed the taxi driver, that was classy. After the train ride away from town, we got off and he said to me. "Want to come with me to dinner"? I declined, and walked away. "Then I guess we'll have dinner at your place then". What?!?!?.