Wacky Wednesday by J. A. Rock

Author:J. A. Rock [Rock, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0088UZN9C
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2012-05-21T12:00:00+00:00

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I took the damaged pages ofthe files into the copy room, hopingto copythemonto drypaper. But when I ran themthrough the machine, the new copy came out with dark patches of ink where the coffee had been. I sighed and dumped the new copy in the trash, then hurried back to my office. On the way, a woman with hair the color of a pretzel stopped me. “Mr. Monterey, canI talk to youfor a minute?”

I recognized her from the SW2 seminar this morning but couldn’t remember her name. Only that she’d refused whenI volunteered her for role-play.

“Sure,” I said. “Come on in.” I motioned her into myoffice. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. I recognized the posture as one I assumed when I was screwing up the courage to confess to Amon that I had, for instance, gouged a great deal of paint off our baseboard while chasing the cat with the vacuum. “I just want to say I thought the video you showed at the seminar this morning was not appropriate.”

“Oh,”I said.

“I’m not trying to cause trouble or anything. I just want you to know how I feel. I had to leave my last job because I was being harassed by my boss and no one would do anythingabout it.”

I couldn’t say anything. I felt like someone had cracked an egg on my head, and all I could do was sit stillwhile cold, smellyeggglobs oozed downmybody.

She continued, “I know that video was supposed to be funny. But it’s not so funny when you’ve been throughit.”

“I’mreallysorry,”I said.

One thing I liked about being in a DD relationship was the simplicity of fuck-up-related transactions: I did something dumb. I felt like shit. I got punished. I was forgiven. I felt like mydebt was paid.

But that was onlyat home.

Outside my house, I screwed up. I hurt people. I was sorry. But I didn’t always know how to make amends.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Really. I just wanted you to know.”

It wasn’t okay. She’d been hurt by someone she was supposed to be able to trust and depend on. She’d had to give up her job because of it. Then she’d come here. And instead of making this feel like a safer workplace in a safer world, I’d introduced this woman and her colleagues to “Ask her for permission/’fore you go and grab that ass.”

“It won’t happenagain,”I said.

That was the best I could offer her.

She left.

I felt like shit.

I glanced around for the coffee-ravaged pages of

the employee files. I didn’t see them.

Because I’d left theminthe copier.

When I returned to the copy room, the pages were gone. Shit fuck balls.

Who would have takenthem?

I almost ran back to the office. The files had to be

on the computer. Everything was on the computer nowadays. I’d print new copies. And as for the missing pages…

Fuck . That was sensitive stuff, right? That was, like, legally-you-can’t-let-anyone-see-that-ever shit.

I checked the time. Forty minutes until the conference call. I jiggled the mouse to get rid of the

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