I closed the door behind me, and I got in my car. My music got boosted up to keep me awake while I was driving. I arrived in the parking lot of the AT&T call center with 10 minutes to spare. So I hurried to the bathroom; then I unlocked my locker to put up and lock away my valuables. Once I made it to the floor, I clocked in on time. I passed the check-in desk.
“Whoa! Come back, Mr. Phillips,” a familiar husky voice said.
It was Mrs. Aurora Bush. She was my 57-year-old Caucasian supervisor. She had her hands on hefty hips as she was about 210 pounds, but stood at my height.
“So tell me how your weekend was real quick?”
“Well, Mrs. Bush, I had fun with my family. The concert was great. It was fun. I especially loved when Megan and Trey Songz performed. Those were my highlights,” I state
