'Those retarded old geezers, I really wish I could just plunge my knife down their throats. Should I have just done it?' I can't help looking into my bag, taking a peek at my perfectly sharpened Chef knife. I really never leave it at home.
" Ahhhh... Where will I get a job from. I need a job. I desperately need a job. I'm out of food. I'm stealing water and electricity from my cockeyed looking neighbors. God send me a job. Hmph!!"
Grnnghhh Grnnghhh!!!
"are they calling me back already?"
You won't understand how happily I dig through my bag to take out my phone that looked more like a bandaged calculator.
With the tapes that I wrapped it in, the whole screen is crashed, I had used a pen to write out the numbers and alphabets on the tape, because the buttons had fallen out.
I know we're in a modern age, but I just don't have money to get a new one. You know, the touchy touchy screen type. I'm stuck with this button phone of 2005.
And worse of all, I have to raise the screen up to the sun to see who is calling because the LED lights stopped working a long time ago.
So I like have to bend the screen towards some sort of light to see what's displayed.
"Unknown number. Yes!, they're calling me back."
But come to think of it, all numbers are unknown for me. I don't have any saved number.
"Hello sir, I promise you won't regret calling me. I can work in whichever aspect you want me to. Trust me sir. Thank you sir for calling me back. I promise to work super hard."
But then I heard this...
" Penny who the f*ck do you think you're talking to, when are you going to come pay me me money. You came to me begging like your life was going to end that day, and promising that you're getting a job soon, now me store is completely empty. You owe me fifty dollars Penny. Fifty f*cking dollars. When are you getting me me goddamn money."
"Mrs Turner, would you please stop using the F word.."
She curses so much, there's like ten F words in just one sentence. Why??
" You better shut the f*uck up, I'll use whatever f*cking word I f*cking like. When are you going to pay me me goddamn money"
"Mrs. Turner, I promise..."
" shut the f*ck up you miserable bitch"
"I promise I'll..."
"can't you just sell yourself and make some f*cking quick money, just stand by the road. I know you don't have boobs, and your hips are like flatter than sh*t, but your f*cking face should do the trick. Just let a willing dude crawl up that a** and then pay me me money."
She's just so crude, and rude, and Vulgar, and I just can't take it!!.
" that's it!!! I've had enough of your nonsense, you curse and curse and curse nonstop, and then you insult me way more than my own mother ever did before she passed on."
Bless her soul, if she had one.
"You want your money back, well here's a solution to your problem, Why don't you send your miserable cock sucking, drug abusing, self fingering daughter whose probably locked up somewhere doing some more stupid shit."
I wonder how that girl survives with all the shitty stuff she does.
"Why don't you get her to be a hooker eh, why don't you stand her in front of your store naked, and place a for sale tag on her neck. Or maybe make it a tasting booth, where they pay to just try out what she really tastes like huh? How's that for a solution you whiny miserable old wench. GET OFF MY PHONE!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Phew. God I want to dice up that fat hippo.
Grnnghhh Grnnghhh!!! The phone rings again in my hands.
This woman really is trying my patience.
"if you call my phone one more time lady, I swear I'll end up doing something only you will regret, while I'll enjoy every single bit of it.
"And here I thought you'll be jumping for joy when you receive my call."
Ooops, wrong person. Could it be one of those old farts? But the voice is different from all five of them. I don't think it's anyone of them.
But the voice still sounds familiar though.
" uhhh, Miss Penelope Dickman! Are you there? Miss! I think it's a wrong number"
"No!!, wait. I'm here. Penelope Dickman speaking"
"oh great. Well then, I'm calling to let you know that you finally got the job you applied for one year ago."
At his words, all I could think was 'Is this a spam call, am I dreaming, is this real, I got a job?'
"You are expected to resume first thing tomorrow morning..."
The unknown man with a familiar voice from the phone was still talking.
But I Penny, my head had trailed off to somewhere else.
A life of a salary earner, and it was filled with meat, and drinks, and tasty fruits, and crunchy snacks, and food from different parts of the world.
Sushi, I have never tasted it in my life, but I know I'm going to love it.
All those French dishes I dare not pronounce for fear of my tongue falling off. God I'm so sick and tired of eating just human flesh, the damn thing doesn't even taste delicious anymore. I swear I'm already drooling right now. It was a perfect picture.
New shoes, new cloths. Bad debts paid. I might not even have to slice up that old hippo anymore.
After all my bad deeds, God has finally blessed me with a whole new world.
But wait... A job from a year ago?
"w_what company is this?"
"OH, we were not your only choice I see. Well then let me introduce myself then. My name is Bruce Kent, and I'm calling from Kent's Tech in regards of your application to be my secretary, your..."
His words slowly faded away into the air, as I could finally recognize the voice, that's why it was familiar.
It's him, he finally picked me. He finally called me. I have been waiting patiently for this day to come. And it finally came. I almost lost all hope of ever meeting him one on one, but it's finally happening...
"So as I said earlier, you'll be expected to start work first thing tomorrow morning by seven. I hope that's perfect timing for you"
"OH yes sir. It's a perfectly perfect timing" A smug grin crept up my face. An eccentric evil aura played around me.
"Well then Miss, I hope to see you tomorrow morning, Until then, enjoy the rest of your day"
"You too sir"
Oh I'll see you tomorrow Bruce Kent, and till then YOU enjoy the rest of your day. Because I'm finally coming for you.