by Nafeesah The Unusual

Created on: August 01, 2009   Last Updated: December 17, 2011

"What a day, I just want to go to sleep". Linda said without not even noticing that it was already 3:00am.

She closed her eyes took a deep breath and fell into a deep sleep.

"What you want, baby I got it!". She put the pillow over her face, even though Aretha was her girl it was not the time to be hearing that song. "What you need, you know I got it!".

She got up, look at the alarm it was 6:00am and time for work. "It seems like I never get respect" she said mumbling under her breath as if someone was there and she was directing that to them. She got in the shower and thought to herself it was already going to be a bad day.

RING!....RING!.....RING!....She was stepping out of the shower to get he phone when BOOM!. She fell, and she was thinking that she sprung her ankle. " I'm going to have to call out, I know Mrs. Jume is going to....." Beeeep!

" Honey, I hope you wasn't thinking about calling out, its absolutely ridiculous in here I need you" . said Mrs. Jume her Cruela Deville voice. Linda was a top chef at a four star restaurant, and they depend on her for everything.

" Mrs. Jume..... Good morning...... I know I'm a little late and I definitely was going to call, but I sprang my ankle real, real bad, and I think I need to ice it or it will get worse". Linda said nervously under one breath. She knew she would get in some trouble but she wasn't expecting the next thing coming out her boss mouth.

"Ha, Ha, Ha, Linda, listen... I have broken a finger before, and it was on the hand that I use the most. Still I came to work, you have to understand sweetie that you are the head chef and you can't CALL OUT, if you can't be here today I will find another Head Chef".

" I'm on my way, Mrs. Jume, I will be there less than a hour is that OK?" CLICK. A hang up in the ear means she's mad, but she will see me when I get there.

So I get to work my ankle is blue, I can barely walk and the pain from my ankle made me grow an excruciating headache. We were backed up about 20 orders, customers was complaining, and I was about to walk out. I can feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket I was going to answer it but a voice that irked my nerves called my name.

"Ms. Palm your here, and by time.... Please start with the big orders and then come see me, yes?" Mrs. Jume said

"Yes!" I said in a sarcastic voice. Really I am not in the mood for her nasty attitude today and that started this morning."What a day already". As I went through about 50 orders, I still wasn't ready to talk to

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