In the office of the hiring director of a Managed Services Provider.
“Sorry, you don’t have the experience needed for the position.” Rape this bitch, show HER you’re THE man for the job. The Hiring director sitting in front of me is an attractive, petite, mid-20s, caucasian Blonde with a Bob cut. That would be Stupid. Politely excuse us and leave.
“Thank you for the opportunity.” Fucking COWARD, faggot… Nevermind, we don’t even qualify for faggot. A faggot could get laid. I pull off my dress shirt, fold it neatly and place it in my saddle bag.I leave her office and the Managed Services Provider building. I look at my notepad. Geek Squad 2:00 pm- Donald Then my watch. 12:34 pm.
I twist my right pant leg around my calf and tuck it into my sock. I hop on my bicycle and pedal to the Best Buy for my interview. Look at us. Don’t even have a Piece of shit car. We don’t have the money to buy a car. Let alone maintain one.
I reach the Best Buy and lock up my bike and spend 10 minutes in the shade of the building cooling off from the ride. I put on my dress shirt and walk into the store and up to the Geek Squad counter. The man I am supposed to meet, Donald, is at the Geek Squad counter.
“Hi, My name Sonny. I had an interview scheduled for 2:00 pm” I peek at my watch. 1:57 pm.
“Oh yes, about that. I am sorry to inform you but the position has already been filled.” Strangle this asshole.
“I would have called your cell but you left no number for it” See, he couldn’t reach us. We’d have been biking here anyway. Stop making excuses for him. I clenched my teeth, any tighter my teeth would shatter. I spin on my heel and walk into a woman carrying her giant alienware tower up to the counter.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” She places the tower on the counter and turns to me. I recognize her, and she recognizes. Ms. Helene Tate my 5th grade elementary school teacher. 5’5” 36-24-35 hour glass figure, asian, freckles, probably vietnamese, straight black hair half way down her back, held in check by the aviator sunglasses lifted to the top of her head, wearing a sky blue sundress with a Sunflower pattern. She’s barely aged. Still fuckable. When I had my sexual awakening she was my first crush at the age of 10.
“Sonny? Sonny!, you’ve grown up so tall and strong.” Psh. Too polite to mention we’re 80 lbs overweight. She puts her hands on my shoulders, then cups my cheeks. I flush with embarrassment. Onlookers couldn’t see my embarrassment. I’m too dark skinned for that but I’m sure Helene could feel the heat radiate from my cheeks into her hands. She takes her hands from my face
“How long has it been?” She asks.
“16 years”
“Let me get my tower checked in then we can catch up” This is your chance for revenge, idiot.
“Actually I can fix it for you and i won’t charge an exorbitant price for it.”
Donald tries to butt-in “Hold on a sec. She brought the computer to us”
“Well i’m taking it back, grab the tower Sonny”. I give Donald the finger and pick up the tower. Ms. Tate walks me to her car. She opens the hatch to her SUV. I put the tower in.
She asks “Why don’t you follow me in your car back to my place and you can work the computer”
“Um, I’m on my bike”
“Oh, Okay. Just go get your bike and we’ll put it in the back.”
“Alright” I head to the bike rack. If no one else lives with her, rape her. Just fix her computer, get paid and ask her to recommend us to her friends if they ever need her computer fixed. Ugh. I return to her SUV, bike in hand. She has folded down the back seats and moved the tower to the side. I put the bike in and and sit in the passenger seat. She pulls the SUV into the street.
“So how’s life?” She asks.
“Shitty”
“Oh, it’s not that bad”
“I’m 27, Six years of unemployment. Still live with my parents.”
“You gotta stay positive” I swear if another person tells me to stay positive.
“Easier said than done”
“Negativity is a poison, you have to be positive or the negativity will consume you” See, we have to stay positive. I change the subject
“One hundred dollars for the repair, plus the cost of parts”
“I thought you weren’t going to charge me an exorbitant price”
“That’s not exorbitant, geek squad charges one-hundred and fifty just to attempt the diagnosis”.
“What about tools?