How did I end up here? What did I do in my past life for me to even deserve this? Father, why did you leave me here? I should be considered lucky to even land this kind of job at my age.
All these thoughts swam through my head until the loud slam of folders, sandwiched with multiple papers to sign and research, broke all my current thoughts that focused morally on my my own problems, but problems only seemed to keep building with every second I keep worrying about them. GM (General Manager) Paxie Pamello glared at me with fierce intentions of dropping a bomb straight over my head.
"I need..." Paxie started with her long and strict instructions that always never seemed to matter later when our boss entered the room to inspect our working conditions and progress of each international project.
It always ended in a lovey dovey make-out session between them until chairman steps in. Then their in the keep low profile mode. Everyone in the department seems to support it, but I think it's just so unnecessary. But what am I to think? I'm only 19 years old. What would a no-good, poor abandoned woman know about anything?
"I've finished all the paperwork and necessary adjustments to the project," I held the heavy copies of paperwork in my arms and felt my glasses tilt and my messy hair become messier. Her glare spoke to me in a way that let me know not to bother her, so I placed the folders and everything on her desk in her office.
Piles of unnoticed papers flooded her desk, but one of them stood out most of all. A termination slip. I didn't want to seem like I was intruding, but once I saw the letters Jay, I uncovered the whole paper. Jayden Pamel. My eyes widened and my heart almost stopped at seeing my name on a termination slip.
Reason: Works effortlessly and looks down on all her employees.
"What!?" I became furious, but I just put the paper back in its place and the next paper I saw were project fixations that I had done that was credited to her, "What is going on!?"
I picked up my paper work and headed straight to headquarters of administration.
"Can I help you?" The chairman's secretary greeted me effortlessly and almost rudely.
"I'm here to see the chairman," I felt the sweat on my face drip down to my neck as all the folders I held in my hands were too heavy to carry.
"He's in a meeting right now," She rolled her eyes and continued to pretend as if she was working on important paperwork.
I slammed the folders on her desk that which startled her, "It's important! Please deliver these to him!"
"You're not my boss!" The secretary shouted back, "You need to go now,"
We both turned our head to the chairman's door when we heard the door click open. The chairman stepped out and right when I was going to greet him, I saw him walk out with Paxie with his hand on a place where it shouldn't be. They were both laughing together as he kept squeezing her back side. In my mind, my jaw dropped 5 stories down from where I was standing.
They stopped in their track when they saw me and almost looked worried.
"You know what," I pulled out a slip that was signed as my resignation and slammed it on the ground before their feet, "Effortless work!? Do you see this?? I worked my butt off getting the work YOU assigned me to get done because it was important! Effortless? No, this company is effortless and that is the only reason why your company will fail and even though I work for my own hardship, I at least have faith in myself to have at least as much loyalty that you will never have! So here it is! You haven't officially processed my termination, so I quit! Here's all the paperwork assigned to my name, Mr. Chairman, maybe you should have a look at them before you process them through HER name. You might find something useful as this is going to be a big help to your company, but don't be calling me back when you can't find someone to come up with ideas that SHE can't come up with by herself! So goodbye and good-luck to you all!"
In the end, I expected this much from them, but with jobs growing so scarce in the world. I would come to face the worst of my problems when I got home.