I don't have the most glamorous job in the world but it's worth it because my boss is very hot. Each time I wake up in the morning I'm excited to be heading to work. Granted dealing with his kids is no picnic in the park. That's my least favorite part of the job. His kids are absolute brats. No matter how much I try to discipline them, they just won't listen. So today I was going to use a new tactic, I just hoped it would work.
I arrived promptly at the house parking the car in the street. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Highland answered it with a frown on his face. My smile vanished as soon as I saw his distress.
"Amber, you're late," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows knowing I wasn't but I looked at the time on my phone. It read 6:00.
"You said 6:00," I said sure of it.
"I said five!" He said practically yelling at me. I felt heat rush to my face, he was angry, he was never angry at me. "I'm extremely late for a meeting, you're lucky I don't fire you right now, but I need you to stay and watch the kids. I'll be back late now because of you! Don't expect over time," he said as he grudgingly walked passed me and out the door into his car speeding away.
I never saw him so mad at me before. I could have sworn he said 6:00. I looked back through the text messages he sent me and sure enough it said 6:00. Maybe he meant to put 5:00 but accidently hit the wrong number. Not wanting to think about it anymore I made my way into the house to find the kids.
The hours dragged by and the kids became relentless. There was no stopping them, they were like those energizer bunnies that would just keep going and going. Then it hit me. Sweets. When it came to dessert, I gave them sweets. It got their energy going faster than before but about two hours later they finally crashed. One fell asleep on top of the kitchen counter, the other on the hardwood floor. I carried each of them to their beds, tucked them in and went back into the den. Looking around I saw that the place was a mess. I was going to clean it up but then I remembered that Mr. Highland was going to fire me. So I left it. That would teach him.
Feeling thirsty, I went into his liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. I filled a glass with some ice and poured it in to the top of the rim. I swished it around to get it to chill and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. Soon 11:00 turned to 12:00 then to 1:00 and then 2:00. I was beginning to wonder if Mr. Highland would ever come home. I was actually getting worried about him but I was feeling drowsy and keeping my eyes open was no longer an option. So I fell asleep.
I woke up late that morning to the sound of a blender. I moaned feeling a hangover coming on. I grabbed my head in agony. I looked around and saw Mr. Highland in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Seeing that he set out a glass of water and Advil, I took it. I watched him from a distance. I could tell he was still angry at me; he didn't have to say anything. He finally turned off the blender and poured some liquid into a glass. He then walked over to where I was sitting and placed it on the table in front of me. He didn't say a word.
So, I took the glass and took a sip almost coughing it back up. It was disgusting. I could hear Mr. Highland chuckling in the background. I put the glass down and sat back down on the couch. If he was going to fire me already he would have done so already. Realizing there was nothing left for me to do; I gathered my things and headed to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Highland asked. I could feel him close behind me. I turned around, and sure enough he was right up in my face.
"My work is done. The kids were put to bed, you're home now. I'm leaving," I said.
"Amber, we need to talk about last night," he said.
"What about it?" I asked suddenly feeling nervous. Mr. Highland was acting very intense. He was actually scaring me.
"Well for one you showed up late, two you didn't clean up, three you drank my liquor and four you slept here. You deserve to be punished,"he said assertively.
"Well for one thing you told me 6 not 5 to be here. Two I didn't clean up because your kids will just make a mess again. Three, I drank your liquor because I felt like it. And three you got back so late I got tired and so I fell asleep. Plus you said you were going to fire me so I didn't bother to follow your crappy instructions. I even fed the kids sweets if you must know and they liked it! So there," I said in a huff crossing my arms over my chest. I looked at him almost thinking I saw steam flow out of his head. I never saw him so angry in all the time that I worked here.
