BFFH 2

BFFH 2

BFFH - 2
Requiem for my patience.

"What do you mean I didn't get my holiday pay?!?!"

"You were scheduled to work the day after and well, you didn't" says the manager type, fearing the worst (he plans ahead, this one)

"That's absurd! I was sick!", white-knuckling the hammer in my hand.

"I never got a doctor's excuse from you so I have to go by what I know.", he bumbles, displaying the first signs of a stroke or perhaps readying himself for the blow to the skull.

"A doctor's note you say? So if I get this note, I'll get paid then?", I say, trying to recall where I put the stamp I stole from the drawer in my shrink's desk.

"Yeah, I suppose you could."

I smell defeat. Blood in the water.

"Very good, give me an hour"

I grab my coat and head for the door, knocking over the precariously perched cup of coffee on the power supply near his desk and slam the door.

BZZZZT

I hope he didn't need his desktop for anything today. Meh, a small price to pay for a skip to my step.

*1 hour and 30 minutes later*

"I gave you an hour, you've been gone over an hour and a half" He burbles.

"No... I've been gone 4 cigarettes, 1 comic section, 3-15 minute phone calls, and a snow cone"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing... I have that note."

I hand him the crisply folded note that smells of kibble.

"Why is there a dog on the letterhead?" He asks and looks at me with that vacant expression I've came to love.

"What? Oh, he really likes animals." I say while looking at his caramel coated powercord.

"Well, I suppose everything is in order so I'll send off your holiday pay."

"That's splendid! I'm going to take a break for a while and wash your car."

"Wash my car? Why?"

"Will windex remove pig's blood?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind, you should be more careful when you drive. Pigs running about unattended, you should be ashamed"

"Go back to work"

"I am working"

"I think I may call your doctor, just so I know this is legit."

"Suit yourself. I wouldn't bother him right now though, he seemed busy when I went into his office. Of course, this is the breeding season."

"Excuse me?"

"Nevermind all that, make sure I get paid."

*Slam*

He rings the number on the letterhead...

"Southwest Drive Animal Hospital, how can I help you?"



He said "A" doctor, I can only go by what I know. :D


-Disclaimer- All people, actions, and animals contained herein are completely fictional and sputtered thoughts from the mind of the author. No one was harmed during the creation of this dialogue (unless, of course, I don't get my holiday pay)