"Dreams" - Her Story: Chapter 2

Chapter Two

         She goes to work and faces the problems sitting on her desk one at a time. When it gets difficult and she wants to throw her hands up and walk away, she closes her eyes and recites all the reasons she worked for a living instead of staying at home. She had her rent paid, bills paid, food on the table, two growing children she could buy things for, a car to keep up, and extra money at the end of each pay week to buy herself a little something. She tried to remember she wouldn’t find another job to pay her enough to cover what she had.

         She looked up at the clock and smiled as she turned back to the report she was working on, knowing in a couple of hours she would be in her car and on her way home. She pressed the print button on her computer when she was finished.

         Leaning back in her chair, she rubbed her eyes as she waited for the report to print out beside her. Placing the papers in the folder, she carried it down the hall to her boss’s office and knocked on his door.

         “Come in.” She heard him call from within his office.

         “Here’s that report you wanted.” She held out the folder as she walked up and stood in front of his desk.

         “Great.” He took it from her and placed it inside his briefcase sitting on the edge of his desk. “I have a few more things for you to do.” He handed her a stack of files to her dismay. “I need these by Friday at noon. I have a luncheon appointment with the owner and he wants the reports so he can decide whether he’s going to sign us or not.”

         She stood there looking at him, knowing it was Thursday and there was no way she would get the work done unless she took it home with her and worked through her evening. Inside her heart was breaking, she had been looking forward to a nice dinner with her children and then soaking in a nice hot bubble bath and then curling up with a good book before going to sleep. Now, her evening would be spent working on the computer so the reports would be finished in time.

         Sighing heavily, she looked at her boss and told him. “I will have it ready for you in time for your luncheon.”

         “See that you do. I can’t afford to not get this contract.” He told her as he closed his briefcase and walked out the door, leaving her standing alone in his office wondering just how badly did she need her job?

         She carried the stack of files and folders back to her desk and slid them into her bag. She looked up at the clock and groaned, it was time to go home, but there would be no enjoyment in that, not tonight. She packed up her things and turned off her monitor, it was time to leave work to go to work.

         She said good night to a few of her friends and walked out of the office with a heavy heart and what felt like a thousand pounds resting on her shoulders. She tossed her bag on the seat beside her and turned on the radio. She started the car and put it in drive. She drove without paying attention to the road; she didn’t want anything more added to her evening.

         She pulled into the driveway and parked her car in front of the garage door. She knew she would be walking into some kind of argument between her children and didn’t know if she wanted to deal with it. She didn’t know if she could deal with it.

         She tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked up to the house and could hear the yelling of her children through the door. Sighing heavily she turned the knob and walked in. She put her bag on the sofa in the living room and tossed her keys onto the coffee table and followed the sound of shouting to the kitchen to find her two teenage daughters arguing over something that happened at school that day.

         “Excuse me, could we lower the shouting so that the neighbors around the corner can no longer hear you?” She crossed her arms over her chest and stood in the doorway. Unable to believe how much time had gone by, her babies were no longer babies. They were young ladies.

         They both turned to her and started yelling at her about their problems and what had happened earlier. Holding up her hands to stop the yelling and talking over each other to be heard. “I don’t want to hear it. It’s more than likely something that I can’t help you with and if it is something I need to know about then we can talk about it later without yelling. Now, go do your homework, I have work to do and I have to make dinner.”

         “None for me, mom. I’m going to the mall with some friends and then to a movie.” Her oldest daughter grabbed a can of pop out of the refrigerator and left the kitchen.

         Her youngest daughter popped a chip in her mouth and followed her sister out of the room. “None for me either, mom. I am going to a pool party at one of my friend’s houses and I will be back later.”

         “Great, alone again.” She listened to the sounds of the doors slamming as her daughters went to their room. “I guess it’s going to be a sandwich and then off to work I go.” She started rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.

         The sound of a car horn triggered the rush of the girls down the stairs and out the front door with only a “bye mom” from them as they closed the door behind them.


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