A Fake Complaint

    The moment I left the chair, I saw Linda staring at that rude guy without blinking. I felt like throwing something on her face to distract her, but the only thing I had in my hand was my phone, I definitely did not want my day to get worse by destroying my phone. So I stepped towards her but before I could reach her I received call from Lucas, I immediately picked call and rushed in corner to tell him what is happening, but even before listening my single word he rushed telling,

       "Hey, I went to office, as I told you already, someone already left to help you"

    "Not someone" they are two" my eyes were on guys came, they were talking to each other about something, a polite one was sitting on a chair and beard one was telling him something pointing to the computer. I couldn't get what was happening.

    "Yeah one is my boss, and another is a new member, actually my boss was interviewing him when you complained, so they went for some practical demo." Lucas said, in vanilla tone.

    "Hell" my eyes were still on them working on the computer, trying to figure out the issue I complained about. But this time the scenario was clear for me, the beard one had come here for interview may be that's why h e did not know how to dress for corporate job interviews and how polite you should talk specially in office places. And the man talking politely is definitely Lucas's boss, as he always used to call his boss, 'the best  person on earth'. And the beard man may be trying hard to impress the boss to get a job in his agency by showing off all his knowledge about computer softwares and hardwares. Maybe he shall have researched about looks and behavior for impressing his boss before coming here. If I had been on the place of his boss, I would definitely rejected him 

    "Chill girl, they won't bite you," Lucas said.

    I cut off the call and went back near my table. Now this time the polite boss was trying to figure out some issue and the beard employee was observing his actions. Maybe the boss was sharing his experience. I stood near Linda and patted her on her back, pointing not to stare at him anymore. Beard guy acted to type something on the keyboard, and then he asked "What issue did you exactly complain about?" his eyes were still on the computer screen.

    I was clueless whom he was talking to, me or his boss!! But his voice tone was less rude than before but still enough to piss me off. I waited for him to ask again if it was for me.

    But he did not repeat the question, instead raised one of his eyebrows at me, expecting me to answer. "Yes? Me?" I asked, stuttering and preparing reasons in mind what shall I answer.

    He raised both of his eyebrows at me looking straight into my eyes, he had dark brown eyes and his eyelashes were so long and dark that would beat any other girl's in competition, his eyes were beautiful than any other girl could have, I wondered even boys can have such fish shaped eyes, may be I never made eye contact with any other man yet, or maybe beard hide his face in such way that only eyes can be seen clearly on his face and may be hence it was looking more beautiful, Then he blinked, which made me realized that those few seconds were too long to stare him in this way, I came back to office from my thoughts of his eyes, now those eyes were scaring me.

    "My folders were kept closing automatically while working" I replied, stuttering and avoiding eye contact with him.

    "Can you show me how?" he asked me, still in his rude voice tone. The polite man stood up from his chair and stood in the corner of my cubicle, observing us with no expression on his face.

    I understand when you are for interview in workplace or it is your first day on your job or may be when your boss is standing nearby you, you pretend to work your best and try to impress him hard, even I did many times, but at least I never made anyone target as he was making me, I was praying hard he shall not get selected, I don't want to see his face again in my life.

    I sat on a chair and opened some random folders, though some of my incognito tabs were still open in my browser and minimized, with results of greeting card ideas and best of luck quotes. My computer was working perfectly, I never hated my computer this much ever.

    "It is fine now, it is working properly" I told them while still looking at the screen.

    "Miracle" again the same rude tone "Does it happen oftenly?"

    "May be some time, I never think this much of it" 

    "Great" he came close to me, turning my chair facing him, and continued "Do you know the activities on each computer in this place are being recorded, don't you?"

    "Yes I know" I was still feeling breathlessness due to sudden turn of my chair,

    "Good" he moved his hand forward, I thought he is gonna slap me for what I did, it wasn't that bad to initiate violence, but all could I have do, I did, I closed my eyes hard and pulled myself back, I couldn't recognize any further actions, with my closed eyes, I opened one my eye to look what is happening,

    "He left" Linda said, looking at me and smiling unnecessarily

    "You meant they left?" I smiled at her back, sarcastically.

    I did not expect it to go so lightly.

    "I liked him" she ignoring my words she said,

    "I am not in the mood to repeat the morning scenario, are you?" I started feeding the details of customers interested in the scheme I talked about before lunch, on the computer.

    "But, he did not smile at me, neither you, so still you have problem, are you gay or what"

    "May god help you with your choice" I winked at her. 

    "So mean" she turned to her computer and resumed her work.

    "I see, your plan to give a greeting card to Lucas, failed horribly" Linda said, controlling her laugh. 

    "Hell", I immediately started looking for the card I left open on my desk, thinking of Lucas coming to help and getting surprised after reading the same. "I am so dumb" I got down on my knees to find the card under the table and chair, but no use, I couldn't find it.

    "What are you looking for, greeting card?"

    "No Eiffel Tower"  

    "You want me to book Paris tickets for you?" Linda told me with her voice tone normal and eyebrows raised. Which reminds me of a beard guy.

    "Fuck off" I threw piece of paper found under the table at her.

    I did not remember taking it anywhere with me, I couldn't find it anyway.

    I was pissed off, but still working on my pending work, attending calls, collecting details, feeding data.

It was just half an hour more left to leave this hell. I had almost completed my daily target of work, but I still had put some more effort so it could help me to achieve my monthly target at the end of this month.

    "Hey, where's my gift" Lucas turned my chair to face him, which again reminded me of that beard guy. 

    "Hey, are you about to leave?" thinking of excuses in my mind.

    "Yeah have to prepare some sets of documents to show to investor tonight" Lucas said, his eyes moving all around me, and continued "where is my gift darling"

    "Sorry, but can I give it to you tomorrow, actually I had to add some afterthoughts in it" I asked him in a convincing voice.

    "But you told me it's ready, wait, are you upset because I did not come"    

    "No No No" I hold his hand in mine, "don't get me, but just wait for better, please'

    "If you had asked me to donate my kidney in this way, I would be ready" Lucas winked and laughed simultaneously.

    "Ok, thank  you for informing me, next time I will surely ask for a kidney" I removed my hand from him and smiled at him back.

    "But do you want me to come here again for it, can't we meet outside?"

    "Sure, I will call you when I will leave from here" 

    "Perfect then Catch you tomorrow"

    "CYA and Good Luck for your meeting with investors"

    "Thanks," he said, turning his face back while walking to the exit.

     I immediately went back to work and pretended to work so fast to myself, so I could satisfy myself with those last few minutes that how hard I tried to finish my work today.

    My alarm started making noise, it was only 5 minutes left to be ready to leave. I showed my mobile screen to Linda, she closed all tabs immediately except one, and we got ready to leave, we went to exit, scanned my finger on the scanner and rushed toward the elevator.

    I  reached home, everything was in the same condition as when I left it in the morning, 'Messed Up'.

    This is what happens when you live alone, you don't have anyone to blame for all this mess, but also you are always ok with the mess that you have created. So my home has a perfect environment for me. It was already tough day for me, I literally don't wanted to make it worse, also I had no energy left to prepare meal and do dishes, I called my second lifeline, PizzaForevers, the local Pizza shop near my house, "One Veg Margarita Please" I ordered before person otherside could finish his welcome line "Welcome to Pizza Forever, What can I help you mam? Let me know if your details are already registered here to get some best offers of…...",

    Once I was frustrated and asked the boy registering my order "Damn, Of Course I cannot expect PIZZA FOREVER to deliver an UFO, why do they add a line of what help?"    

    "Mam we have other services to deal with, like if person calling already have registered there order but not delivered yet, or cancellation, or addition, or any changes in previous order" this was the last conversation I had with any boy taking order, after that I understood I have no other option than skipping those lines by myself.

    I was half lying on the floor, taking support of the sofa, waiting for my pizza, eyes half closed but on television screen, trying to have interest in random shitty shows running on screen, changing channel with remote in one hand, and judging in my mind every character that spas on each channel I change. This is why I imagine my customers in the same position while talking to me, thinking I am the only person working on this planet, and every other person is chilling out in this way at their home, including the person on the other side of call. If I receive any credit calls right now, I would throw my phone out of the window, and trust me I never go down to get it back. But what I am doing right now is not chilling, it is kind of surviving for me, having tough days, working for a penny, late mark deductions, house rent, doing all the home stuff, I am not living a life, I am just surviving. 

    Ting Ting, Ting Ting, Doorbell rang

    I got up and walked towards the door in slow motion like a zombie. I was just about to open the door, I realized, I forget to get cash to pay, I did not open the door and went back to room to get cash, the person outside rang the bell again, but I was not in mood to rush to open the door and scold him about the same, I was still in my zombie mode, finally I opened the door after 12 minutes of first ring, "Surprise"