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Chapter 7 - Dancing Queen

My alarm is ringing loudly, so my ears are singing with it. I'm lifting my body weight up into the sitting position, only to enjoy every single aching muscle. My arms to my shoulders, my feet to my upper legs, I haven't felt more alive ever.

With little steps forward, I make my way to the bathroom. My hair is looking much like a chicken nest, only the eggs are missing.

My lack of enthusiasm is showing off at work. My face must be grim and my eyes are focused on the way before me, so I didn't see a worker running into me. He brings my behind onto the hard, stoney ground. Ouch, thats hurting, I'm thinking to myself. Not only are my body parts very sore, no, now I'm getting blue marks too.

"Oh, Miss McKenzie, I'm deeply sorry for my behavior. Let me help." He takes my right hand so fast, I didn't realize it until it's to late. He's pulling me with so much energy up, I'm falling towards his chest. His arm is holding me right, before I can get to the bottom again.

My facial expression must be funny, cause of his loud laughing. "My apologies, I didn't mean to take you by surprise. Frederick Miller is my name, I am working for the IT sector here. If you are going to have any problems with hard- or software, you can ask me anytime."

"Oh, that's very nice of you. Your work sounds interesting, but I have to do my work now. Excuse me", I'm round him, so I can make my way to the stairs. Every step is a torture. Why didn't I take the lift? Because I must get fit soon.

"Wanda McKenzie, you are five minutes to late, so you are staying longer today. Now get me my coffee." If you think, the morning couldn't get any worse, my boss can guarantee the worst.

He's a idiot for sure. Sometimes I'm thinking of quitting this horrible job, only to find a normal balanced 41 hours per week work. But what should I do with the rest of my time? With either social nor private life, I'm a poor excuse for a woman, standing in the prim of her life. But my age isn't going to reduce itself, so I should get active soon. Soon.

The last drop of coffee has been running through the machine, now I can take the cup onto the desk of the bosses office.

On my way back to my room, I hear his words "Terrible. This coffee is to bitter." Not five seconds later, he's shouting after me. "Wanda. Next you should make a better job! This drink is to bad for dog, you see." As I am walking out, a hot splash of coffee lands on my back.

My feet stop their motion, my eyes are widening. They must look like gigantic balls and my hands can compete Ali's fists. With a soft push to turn around my body, I focus the cold eyes of my boss. Derek Roland is dead for me.

"I'm taking vacation for a month. We won't see us for a lifetime, now I wish you and your descendants a perfect future with a ton of respect and friendliness. Goodbye", I'm shutting the door behind myself. I can't wait to get out of here. This my last day here. My tolerance level was to high for his behaviour, I should start to live a little bit, maybe I should begin with the dancing activity at the gym this evening. My sore muscles are crying after a little bit of sport, so I can think properly. To form new ideas, how to find a new job with a nicer chef, I must clear my head from the old boss to create room for the new one.

With the lift I'm riding down to the deepest level, only to grab some empty cartoons, in which I'm stuffing my office fittings. With the last box, I'm standing now within the door frame. My eyes are wandering all over the room, from the left wall to the right wall and back again. Actually it was a nice time, but the boss. The coworkers were a little bit mean, too. Now, after a few seconds, it's all over. I'm not a part of this firm any more. Wanda is free, free like a bird. Only the bird needs money, whereby it needs a job.

My last steps on the floor are shouting through the hall of offices "Wanda isn't going to return" and I'm somewhat happy about it. Maybe it's a brand new start into a more wonderful life.

Nobody turns his head around as I'm walking my last way out of the firm. It's definitely the end and nobody seems to miss me.

Arriving at home, I start to search for suitable jobs in my area. I find two matching and one possible announce in the newspaper. My fingers are tipping wildly on the keyboard until I finished the last sentence and the last enclosure.

After a little walk to the postal service I'm ready for my daily activity. Maybe I should really start dancing, so I can see, if it's good for me.

Later that sunny day, I'm moving at the beat of the pop song. The sport is called Zumba. It's actually pretty nice, but you get on your limits very fast.

My body feels refreshed after this session, I'm full of energy. My spirit is wide awake and open for new.

At eight this afternoon I'm lying in my bed. It's to early to sleep, but neither I'm in the mood to read. With wide eyes staring at the ceiling, I don't know what to do with my new free time.

A short ringing tugs at my trance, in which I've fallen in. With short steps, because I don't know who's behind the door, I'm making my way to it, only to watch a man through the peephole. Who's it? I don't have visitors.