Work

She came by to have a look once more. She doesn’t trust me. Good.
I make sure I do my work very secure, so she can’t have any remarks. But I know she will have remarks, she can’t accept I’m the best. She’ll try to find something I did wrong and if she can’t find it, she’ll create an opportunity herself. That’s the way she is. That’s the way she’s always been. But I watch her, closely, so she can’t change anything.

She leaves. I take notice of her disappointment. I smile. She can’t believe everything is going fine. I’ll have to watch her very closely, I know she will try to make a remark. She’s always made remarks, on everybodies work. She won’t make an exception on mine. She’ll get me down, I know for sure. But not now, not yet. Now I’ll enjoy this moment, live in a dream. It feels good to have the situation under controll. I know what’s going to happen. But it won’t ba a shock, I’ll be prepaired.

I hear her walk to the room I’m in, again. Act as if I didn’t hear her comming. Look surprised. That’s the best way to react, look surprised. But when she comes in, I see she has an iron stick in her hands. For a moment I lost myself. Darn, I should have seen that coming. She didn’t notice my loss, thank God. I try to look as if nothing unusual is going on. She looks up to me, hands over to me the iron stick. Leaves without a word. But the look in her eyes was enough to let me know what I have to do.

But first, I will finish what this. She always tells me to finish my job before I start on another one. I go on with my work. I know I’ll have to hurry a little, but hurriing is not allowed. Rule number 1: Always work nice and slow, and very secure. But I know time is pressing and I’m not done yet. The iron stick is waiting. Which brings me to rule number 2: Make sure you don’t forget anything. It could be fatal. She told me this, at the start of my career, I never forget those words, I know how true they are. If I forget something, I know I could get in real problems. And she won’t safe me in that one, no way. Rule number 3: Take care of your own business, noone else will take care of it for you. So true.

I heart about some girl, who worked for her too. I don’t know when it was exactly, but it happened not long ago. This girl forgot to finish off her work properly. She got sacked. No excuses, just sacked. This is why I will make no faults. If she catches me on one small thing she will not sign. That’ll be hell. Rule number 4: Not signed; no money. I hate this rule. I can’t leave before she signed. Sometimes she just keeps on talking, she won’t sign. But I can’t make her. Rule number 5: Never interrupt anyone. She just keeps on talking. She knows I have to go, but she’s afraid I won’t come back.

Still one hour to go. I know I’ll finish everything in time. I know she’ll come within ten minutes to see if I’m on schedule. She can be content, I will be ahead of my schedule. Of course she won’t be content, but that’s not my problem. I smile again. I like my work. Yes, sometimes I really like it. Though most of the time I hate it. I hate the way she follows me, checks out if I’m doing everything the right way, her way. If I finish my work properly. She can’t leave it off and I can’t make her leave it off. Rule number 6: Never contradict anyone. I never did. Maybe I’ve put it the wrong way. I like my work, but I hate her. She makes my work hell. I can never relax for a second. She will change things and blame me for it. I know her to well to trust her. She’s nuts, you know. Which I can’t speak out of course. Rule number 7: Always use neat language. It’s self-evident. But sometimes I have problems holding on to this rule. She doesn’t use neat language either!

Darn, I wish the hour was gone. Still 56 minutes to go. I can’t leave 1 minute befor my time is up, she won’t let me. Rule number 8: Always stay untill your time’s over. Wait a second. That’s rule number 9. Rule number 8: Always be in time. Rule number 9: Always stay untill your time’s over. I’m glad she can’t read my mind. She would have got me on this mistake. But now she won’t know about it. I smile. I love my mind. I can speak out to myself, with noone who can judge me for anything. But those rules are the most cruel ones. If I’m one minute late, she calls and complains. Oh, how I hate her! I could kill her if I had the chance. But never got the chance, and even if I had had it. I would never get away with it. I’m sure she’ll follow me, even when she’s dead. Good. This thing is done. Move on to the next. I sight. I hear her coming again. Can’t she just leave me alone for a moment! Hope she ain’t gonne talk to me, she can talk for hours about nothing. I don’t know where she’s heard all this bullshit about nothing. Don’t even want to know it anyway! She’s walking in the corridor. I grasp the iron stick. Lift the cord. Put the plug in an electric point. I hope I’ll be in time. She must not catch me doing nothing. Press the button, on.

Noise. Extreme noise. We both know this is necessery and I am thankfull it started before she walked into the room. She won’t think of telling me anything now. Good.

While she is watching me I vacuumclean the rest of her bedroom. 15 minutes on the clock and my day will be done. Then I’ll go home, to clean my own house. Rule number 10: this work never stops.

Lactamaeon