I guess this is enough to start with. I don’t want to ramble.
Sincerely – Lotion Lady
Rereading through my honest, yet composed email, I send it off and it’s time to put my big girl panties on for the up and coming fiasco in the boardroom. Where I will be officially debating my company’s innocence in regards to this stupid matter of being sued.
“My dear, Lex, what is the matter?” Dolly with her over the top poofy head of dyed curly red hair asks, coming to sit next to me in one of the four booths inside the Dairy Dream. Wrapping her arm over my shoulder for comfort, she pulls me into an awkward side hug, against her fluffy body. She’s a rather large woman. In an adorable, sweet, can’t help but love her, kind of way.
“I’m fine.” I mope, leaning into her warming side embrace.
The restaurant door opens with a creak and I glance up to see—him. The most awful man on the planet and tailing right behind him is Corey. I’m not sure what I should refer to him as. Cute? Sweet? I don’t quite know. I haven’t heard from him since our date on Saturday, not that I’ve expected to. Although it does seem a bit odd that they would both be here for lunch, I come here quite often and I can’t recall a time either one of them have dropped in.
“Janet we have customers, and I’m sitting with Lex.” Dolly yells to gather the teenager Janet’s attention. Dolly hires mostly young college students to man the facilities, besides herself of course.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Janet approaches the window that separates the front customers from the back.
Trying to ignore the eyes that I know are plastered on me, I close mine and let Dolly hold my head against her. Patting and slightly rocking me. The only thing that’s missing would be a ‘there, there.’
“You going to tell me what happened?”
I shake my head. I don’t want to worry her with my work nonsense. Even though that work crap is going to cost me three million dollars to settle outside of court. The meeting today was a bunch of showboating and over exaggerating, leaving me to sound like a dirty little whore who fucked my way up the ladder in life to get men to sign documents. That’s how nasty ol’ Mr. Masterson explained it. And that woman that came with them, wow, what a piece of work, I tell ya. She had feminism written in big bold letters all over her. There is one thing to work in the league with men and another to dress and look like one. And here, I thought Roni was bad. Not even close. Plus, her showboating contained lots of name drops of who she’s met and knows, like it was supposed to intimidate me. It didn’t. It just made me realize how much I love being a girly girl with a firm head on my shoulders. I don’t know what I’d do if I was a corporate stooge like those clowns.
I’ve been given until Friday to make my choice, whether I should sign and give away three million. Or take it to court and open my company up to a bunch of felonious accusations that could possibly deter future customers from selling my products. I can’t decide which is worse. Falsely paying money for something I know I didn’t do, or being dragged through the mud. There’s no winning, either way.
Oh…and here’s the kicker of it all. The company still wants me to supply their stores. This is a lawsuit based on a personal matter not the contract itself. They’re fine with that. I think this is the formal way to have a corporate temper tantrum when I don’t give them what they want. I know it happens. I just never thought it might backfire and I’d be the one getting fucked in the ass with no lube.
“It’s just crappy work stuff, Dolly, don’t worry about it. It’ll blow over eventually. I just wish it was the weekend already so I can relax at home and watch White Chicks another thirty times.” I whine. I know I sound like a big baby, but my feelings are hurt.
It’s my company and I can mope if I want to.
Janet bouncily comes out from behind the counter, her curly blonde hair swaying from side-to-side, bringing me a thick chocolate peanut butter shake and a basket of onion rings. I already had a salad, but I’m still hungry. It’s time to eat my feelings again.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, thank them.” She points to Corey and Gage sitting across the small room at another booth. I’m trying not to pay attention to them. But I can feel them looking at me and I know they’re talking about me, because they’re whispering. It’s high school all over again.
Kissing me with bright red lipstick on my forehead, Dolly retreats back to the back, and I’m left with Dolly lips perfectly imprinted on my forehead. It’s a badge of honor people wear out of here, if she loves you. It’s not as bad as it seems. Although it will take some serious scrub time to get the stain off my skin once I leave here.