Bad choices make Good stories...

CHAPTER 3:RATHER BE A HOUSEWIFE

The first week went well i didn't exactly have anything to do because I was going through induction. So basically it was training and learning. As a person who was used to sleeping half of the day and most of the night the day was just too long and I couldn't wait to go home.

Now mid week, the second week, i have had enough. Im too busy for just an intern. And some people, my eligible suitors were enjoying tossing me around especially the annoying one, Chad. "Gibby, can you print this quotation for me. I sent it on your email" Chad says paying zero attention to me. "Sure", i do as im told. " Ohh i sent two more, print", he says. I glare at him then i remember that Im just an intern im the rat that does the not so 'important' work.

I pass the printed quotations to him and before i take my sit, " Can you pass me some plain paper from the printer", he says and now i can see that he knows that he is being ridiculous, trying so hard not to laugh. If i am honest enough, Chad is handsome, him being a light skin and tall, with a fresh haircut, he has player written all over him. Anyway from the first time i talked to him i knew we were compatible. He has this ghetto boy pride and untamed ego. In his prime years of manhood, feels himself a little too much for my liking. "I need you to help me with some of these calculations if you are smart enough, hello", He answers his phone and walks out of the room.

Theo, on the other side of the desk was just watching me run to and from the printer, enjoying the show and he says, " Gibbs, come sit here, i need to teach you something".

Well this sudden call kind of took me off guard because since i came he barely talked to me, he just looked at me funny. Although, i was waiting for this, i had to show neutral emotion, no excitement. I grab a chair from Tim's desk who sits next to Theo. I barely think about his presence because he has kids as old as me. I like older guys but not this old. I sat down next to him and dude was staring at me. Trying to shake some of the awkwardness i stuttered, " What am i learning". Theo, not my type of guy in terms of physique. Im more into tall guys, who are dark in complexion, these are the first requirements but d*mn his aura. His eyes, lips, the way words flow out of his mouth. Calmly speaks an his diction, every utterance has a purpose to invoke soothing yet questionable feelings. Lost in my train of thought i hear him say, "Are you close enough, come closer", he says it glaring into my eyes as if he's looking for my soul. His voice so soft and calm but authoritative, hypnotized by the movement of his lips it feels like im in a dream and he is leaning towards my lips to kiss me. "Gibbs, you good?"

"Yahh", i snap out of it, "So scoot over, come closer, i need you to know how do create purchase orders which you'll be doing a lot from now, okay?

Okay daddy, i thought to myself. I nodded my head.

Here i am thinking that him talking softly, calmly is him flirting with me. It really feels like he is trying to flirt. "So you have to filter all this data to simply it for your recipients because they are not as smart as you", he says with a smile. "Who says im smart, you don't know that", i giggle.

"Well, from the day you walked in here i could tell that what im seeing is not just beauty. Its beauty with brains", his voice lowered a bit more and he now he his surprisingly closer.

From the way he was treating me last week you can bet that this is not the same person. "So do you get the point, this is all simple. So im sending some documents on your email can you sort the work and send it back", he says with a completely different tone.

Shocked i just said okay and went back to my desk. Little did i know that the work that i was given requires a lot of time and effort. It seemed so simple because he was explaining using little data. By the time I got to finish the work it was already overtime. Working is more draining than I thought now i understand why people spend their money on their satisfaction because yhoo its draining.

From my standing point, i start observing the nature in which my colleagues work. Our boss always commes back yelling at everyone whenever he comes from a meeting with his bosses, " We need to fix this, we are always complaining that we get blows we are not supposed to, but guys this is our fault, lets be accountable and fix this train smash!" I have actually reached a consensus that sometimes his job messes with his mental well being. As for everyone else at supervisory level in our office they take in the pressure and pass it on to the administrators, my eligible suitors, which i find a little toxic. Since i came these guys are at peace when the bosses are not around, when the cat is away the mice play. They do the jobs when the bosses are away but the environment has a happy, calm flow.

At lunch, I took the opportunity to probe my eligible suitors for answers, "So do you guys always work under so much pressure. I mean it is not like you were sitting on work this whole time. Like you Theo, the way your boss was talking to you i thought that was so disrespectful. I liked you chill though, vey calm and collected responses even her tone went down when you responded to her".

"Mr Theo", Chad says with a proud laugh", This man is a gangster, he we all know it", he laughs again, " He has been through so much hear it from me, he is our legend".

"Chad, don't feed the child lies. You see Gibbs, lesson one, know your boss and anticipate their next action. My boss handles pressure very badly, so i do all the work before she even tells me to do it. Her hormones are quite imbalanced so she has these terrible mood swings. And i do not tolerate such".

At this point i know I would rather be a housewife than have so much pressure working, or its just me being lazy. As the week went by, the workload was intensifying. By the time I would get home I would be too tired, I would mistakenly fall asleep without saying goodnight night to Chris. You know this steered some sort of feelings in him. So the fact still stands. If it was up to me, I would rather be a housewife.