Messed Up Truths

Life never really turns out the way you expect it to. But when your 29, dumped, sacked and living with your parents...your just doomed.

Follow my story as I share with you the highs and lows of being a 29yr old girl going crazy...desperate not to reach the big...I can't even say it without shedding a tear (3 0)!!

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1. The downfall

 

                Its funny how things really turn out in life!

I pictured things to be so different. After university I’d settle into a corporate job, in London somewhere. In my mid twenties I’d bump into my future husband (tall, dark, handsome, wearing half decent suits and with a great job) We’d take amazing holiday, once we synced our diaries. At age twenty seven/twenty eight we’d be married, a small wedding by the beach, inviting only our nearest and dearest and by twenty nine we’d have our first child.

However I had just celebrated my 29th birthday two days earlier, unfortunately without a husband or boyfriend, certainly no kids, but worse jobless and homeless (having to move back in with my parents) could life get any worse...Oh yes it could!

I’d just been sacked from my job, which I only managed to stay at for three months. I remember that very demeaning moment, when I was called to the downstairs meeting room. In all honesty I was planning to leave at my own accord but my senior manager had beaten me to it (Don’t you hate when that happens) that smug and very unattractive bald man sat across from me, leering at me, as he cleared his throat,

“So tell me how’s your day been so far?” He asked brazenly.

It was only 10am, and seen as he sat next to me on the office floor, he knew exactly how my day was going.

“Great.” I smiled awkwardly.

“Good. I’m glad to hear but that unfortunately I regret to inform you that your contract is no longer viable, here with us. I’m afraid to say as from now you are no longer an employee here,.”

                I looked on in shock.

“What do you make of that?” He asked coyly.

                I lunged across the table, grabbed his big bald head, beat it like a pair of drums. Yanked his tie, swung it around his neck and soccer punched him in the stomach so hard he fell through the glass window!  That would have been my reaction, unfortunately in real life I had to swallow my bruised pride and thank him for having me as an employee and exit the premises immediately.

“Please don’t make a scene!” He blurted out, as I worked out of the room.

                I was fuming! I wanted to yank the fire extinguisher out of its glass case and squirt it across the walls, flood the toilets, scream and hurl faeces all over the manager’s desk...Throw my chair, my laptop and everyone else’s laptop out of the window!

                I exited the premises quietly.

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