“Who Would've Thought Getting Knocked Down Would End So Well?”, chapter 2
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Recap: I scrolled through my cell and noticed an entry I didn't remember making. It said 'Billie' and there was a phone number.
I still couldn't believe that I had lost my job. I really needed the money, and since my boss hated me he wouldn't be a good job reference. What a waste of time. I spent so much time glued to my chair at my desk... Hmmmm... I think I might leave my boss a little gift. I put down a box of my belongings and rummaged through Pam's desk for the tube of crazy glue I knew she kept in there (long story involving her patching up of one of her heels). I also had a few items I had planned to bring to my niece's 6th birthday party. This was going to be fun.
*5 minutes later*
I was saying goodbye to some of my coworkers when we heard grumbling and then yelling from Mr. Brown's office. Apparently, someone had spread crazy glue on his favorite chair - which was now attached to his ass. He came out screaming, and everyone was afraid but me, I had nothing to lose. I walked right up to him.
"Mr. Brown, I sat glued to my desk for so long and you've never given me any recognition for my work so now you're going to sit down (ha! ) and listen to what I have to say. I'm better than this place and I will find a great job. I'm glad to leave this dump. I will come back here successful and you will still be here doing what you're told."
He looked at me, dumbstruck, and everything in the office had stopped.
"Oh, and one more thing, you seemed happy to fire me, like it was a celebration. And a celebration is not complete without glitter!" And with that, I took a big jar of glitter and blew it into his face. I know it sounds silly, but if you've ever tried to get that stuff off you know it's impossible. He would have to walk around with it all day and have to explain why he was sparkly gold. His eyes bulged as he stared at me with pure hatred. I quickly got my box and rushed out in case he decided to chase me. I left my workplace with a grin plastered on my face when I remembered the phone number on my cell. Sneaky Billie Joe, when did he have the time to program his number? When I got home I decided to call him. I almost chickened out but, really, what did I have to lose? I heard a faint click as someone answered the phone.
"International house of pancakes, how may I direct your call?"
"Oh, sorry. Wrong number."
My heart sank. Billie Joe had given me a fake phone number. I was about to hang up when I heard the person laughing.
"I can't believe you fell for that, it's the oldest trick in the book!" Tre was trying to catch his breath he was laughing so hard. I was so relieved.
"I guess you want to talk to lover-boy here, but he's busy jerkin- " Tre never finished his sentence, I just heard some struggling and what may have been slapping sounds. Billie grabbed the phone from Tre before he could accuse him of anything else. We talked on the phone for a long time, getting to know each other better. I found out that he was recently divorced to his wife of eleven years, Adrienne. After the American Idiot tour and his absence, the strain on their marriage was too much and they decided to call it quits. I was cheering silently, Billie Joe was single!
I still couldn't believe that I had lost my job. I really needed the money, and since my boss hated me he wouldn't be a good job reference. What a waste of time. I spent so much time glued to my chair at my desk... Hmmmm... I think I might leave my boss a little gift. I put down a box of my belongings and rummaged through Pam's desk for the tube of crazy glue I knew she kept in there (long story involving her patching up of one of her heels). I also had a few items I had planned to bring to my niece's 6th birthday party. This was going to be fun.
*5 minutes later*
I was saying goodbye to some of my coworkers when we heard grumbling and then yelling from Mr. Brown's office. Apparently, someone had spread crazy glue on his favorite chair - which was now attached to his ass. He came out screaming, and everyone was afraid but me, I had nothing to lose. I walked right up to him.
"Mr. Brown, I sat glued to my desk for so long and you've never given me any recognition for my work so now you're going to sit down (ha! ) and listen to what I have to say. I'm better than this place and I will find a great job. I'm glad to leave this dump. I will come back here successful and you will still be here doing what you're told."
He looked at me, dumbstruck, and everything in the office had stopped.
"Oh, and one more thing, you seemed happy to fire me, like it was a celebration. And a celebration is not complete without glitter!" And with that, I took a big jar of glitter and blew it into his face. I know it sounds silly, but if you've ever tried to get that stuff off you know it's impossible. He would have to walk around with it all day and have to explain why he was sparkly gold. His eyes bulged as he stared at me with pure hatred. I quickly got my box and rushed out in case he decided to chase me. I left my workplace with a grin plastered on my face when I remembered the phone number on my cell. Sneaky Billie Joe, when did he have the time to program his number? When I got home I decided to call him. I almost chickened out but, really, what did I have to lose? I heard a faint click as someone answered the phone.
"International house of pancakes, how may I direct your call?"
"Oh, sorry. Wrong number."
My heart sank. Billie Joe had given me a fake phone number. I was about to hang up when I heard the person laughing.
"I can't believe you fell for that, it's the oldest trick in the book!" Tre was trying to catch his breath he was laughing so hard. I was so relieved.
"I guess you want to talk to lover-boy here, but he's busy jerkin- " Tre never finished his sentence, I just heard some struggling and what may have been slapping sounds. Billie grabbed the phone from Tre before he could accuse him of anything else. We talked on the phone for a long time, getting to know each other better. I found out that he was recently divorced to his wife of eleven years, Adrienne. After the American Idiot tour and his absence, the strain on their marriage was too much and they decided to call it quits. I was cheering silently, Billie Joe was single!
