MONDAY ZERO PLEASANT


    Narrated Camille


    Wow, what a blessing!!, Monday again, how happy I am to go to that nice job, even happier that I


    don''t even have my old phone to call my mother, how wonderful.


    “When are you going to bring some money and get out of here? you''re a nuisance!” I run out as fast


    as I can, that''s the good morning from my beloved aunt, I must leave with an hour more time, today


    I will have to make my way to the office, I don''t have a penny for the train.


    I walk to the station, hoping that miraculously her watchman will simply be careless so I can sneak


    in, I don''t want to arrive sweaty at work, enough with the appearance of my clothes, to arrive as if I


    were a beggar.


    Ten minutester he leaves to change the shift, as I can I jump the fence, when I do my foot slips


    when I cross to the other side and I feel how it twists, I scream from the pain, but I must continue or


    they will catch me, a few meterster I see myself, and my foot is swollen and twisted, I die of pain


    and anguish, but why is life like this with me?


    With my foot swollen, my dignity on the floor, walkingme and with immense desires that a hole


    opens in the ground and swallows me, I arrive at the ALFpany, as I lost my documents, I ask


    the watchman to help me, my dear boss supposedly asked for a special permit but here it is again:


    there was not even a sh**!


    I cry very frustrated, I can''t believe Andy Alf''s capacity to humiliate me, I don''t understand anything,


    was it that he enjoyed seeing me bad, or was he making fun of me? It was already fifteen minutes


    past eight, most probably I was going to lose my job for beingte, Marta my immediate boss was a


    very considerate woman, but above her, the rest of the people had sawdust in their brains and the


    wordpassion was not a frequent concept in their dictionaries.


    I am dying from the pain, my ankle is now more swollen, I feel like inside my skin my joints have


    little vibrations, my foot is warmer, I try to stand up straight and walk back to the goal, but there I


    was, defeated and looked down upon, why were these things happening to me?


    The security guard approaches me with his security phone and hands it to me.


    “Excuse me, it''s for you," he walks away, leaving me to receive the call.


    Well, I forgot that in thispany there were cameras even in the bathroom, what made me think


    that Marta wouldn''t notice my condition?


    “Hello," I answer, hiding my pain.


    “Camille Ibis, for heaven''s sake, what are you doing at thepany''s door, it''s been eighteen


    minutes?”


    “I had an ident,st Friday when I left thepany, I was the victim of a robbery and I lost my


    identification, all my documents were in the bag I lost, including mypany ID card. They haven''t


    let me up, besides I can''t even walk, I hurt my foot”.


    “You and your excuses woman, but you were saved because I have three more hours left being


    your immediate boss, I already give the order to let you in, but I warn you that the new supervisor


    will not be so condescending, now I exin”.


    I go up as I can, my foot hurts too much, I can barely hold myself, I go to the office to the proper


    discharges, and there she is with her sses on her nose, looking at me angrily, but with some


    compassion, as if what wasing was worse than what I was already living, that made me


    tremble.


    “What happened to you, girl?" she asks me, pretending to care about my condition, "I had an


    ident in the tavern.


    “I had an ident at the train ticket office, you see my luck.”


    She makes a grimace with her mouth, she prints my attention call for me to sign it, it was already


    the second one in a month, if I signed the third one, they would fire me from thepany without


    mercy.


    “Look, I am leaving today, I havepleted my cycle with thispany, and they have retired me,


    Samanta Noriega, the human resources psychologist, will take over this department, with her you


    have no chance of anything, if you want to keep your job, you should start by improving the way you


    dress, Camille”.


    I look at her frustrated, I didn''t even have the money to go back home, now I had to "change the


    way I dress".


    “I''m not that bad Marta, I just dress like this and that''s it.”


    “You know it''s not like that, if my clothes were good enough for you, I swear I would give them all to


    you, but I know we are not the same size, now please go to your office, you must deliver a report as


    soon as possible, Mr. Alf needs it, he needs to make an evaluation of management indicators.”


    When she told me that my brain was null, I only knew about hiring personnel and how to keep your


    brain bnced, something that was very ironic, because I was not even able to keep my


    conscience bnced.


    I go into my office, I see the pile of papers that have been left for me to review, I''m hungry, cold,


    sleepy, tired, I just want that damn Monday to end immediately, so I get to do my business.


    Meanwhile, Camille was not the only one who had woken up in a bad mood that morning, Andy was


    totally possessed by the demon of anger, from the moment he had gone to bed two hourster than


    usual the night before, his temper was out of control, he had only slept five hours and did not


    manage to do his daily exercise routine, his maid did not have her breakfast on time because the


    waffle iron had ast minute breakdown, and to top it off his driver was three minuteste. Her day


    was starting at eight forty in the morning, it would be forty minutes that she would have nothing to


    make up for.


    “Christine, what do we have for today?” Andy arrives to the floor where his office is located, he


    doesn''t even greet anyone, everyone already knew that if he made a mistake that day like the other


    times it could go very bad for him.


    “Good morning boss, yes he had a virtual meeting at eight in the morning, but the partners said it


    could be at ten without problem, after that he has a meeting with Mr. Jones and his nephew Mario,


    then at ten he rescheduled virtual meeting, at 12 o''clock he has his lunch break until one o''clock,


    around five minutes past one the human management reports are on his desk for his review...then.”


    “Understood, don''t tell me more, I already have rity on my agenda, now, go on working if I need


    you I will let you know.”


    He enters his office and everything is in perfect order as he had left it on Friday, that morning his


    brain was totally nk and he had not even remembered Camille, he was never an unprepared and


    unfriendly man, but Sunday had been a fatal day, that erased all the good things from his head


    making his short term memories to be forgotten, it was a strange condition he suffered from.


    Although tears were streaming down her face, she tried to be as strong as she could, if she didn''t


    turn in that report before one o''clock in the afternoon, she would lose her job, and now she was in


    no position to do anything.


    She felt frustrated, she could not even leave her burrow, in thepany, the employees had ess


    to unlimited coffee and snacks, but this was mostly consumed by the cleaning staff, usually the


    nt staff with theirrge sries did not require such help, she did not eat breakfast that day, her


    stomach was crunching, but that Monday she was more poorly dressed than usual, to top it off her


    shoe broke when she crashed on the train, what else could happen? ALF AND ASSOCIATES, not a


    ce for a woman like her.


    Hours go by and she can barely finish the report, she sends it to her boss, and she didn''t get a


    chance to review it, so she sends it straight to Andy.


    After forty minutes of exhaustive review, and reaching the end of the report when he thought it was


    almost perfect, Andy finds a syntax error. It was not a good day "for errors".


    Camille was still in her office immersed in the pain of her ankle, it was so strong that it did not even


    allow her to concentrate, just that morning was the change of boss, she had to deliver some reports


    to the presidency that were costing her work. The bad day, theck of food, the pain in her ankle


    and her bad economic conditions were breaking her.


    “CRISTINE! Who the FUCK DID THIS REPORT? “She shouts at her secretary over the phone.


    Poor Cristine just makes an anguished face, her eyes are zed over now, and her voice shakes to


    answer.


    “I know...sir, it was in human resources, but I''m not sure who it was since Marta sent him directly”.


    “Tell Marta that the guy who made this report wrong has fifteen minutes to get to my office, got it?”


    “Oh sir, yes sir”.


    Marta receives Cristine''s call and looks sympathetically at Camille, who is pale and on the verge of


    fainting.


    “You have ten minutes to go to the boss, I wish you the best of luck”.


    Camille curses to herself Now what went wrong? It seemed that her story in thepany was


    they are all mean, just like you, arrogant and bad people” Camile frowns and wrinkles her mouth


    “this gesture seemsical to Andy, who puts his hand to his chin while he listens to her”.


    “All the women wear long straight hair, designer heels, designer suits, what can I do with my sry


    as a secretary? I am a professional and here I am treated like a miserable person, doing reports,


    not that my job is a sin, but I studied for more than six years to specialize in human management. -


    Camille was increasing her tone of voice as she said each word”.


    “And you know what, Mr. Andy If you want to, kick me Mr. Andy, Kick me!


    Andy is surprised by everything she was telling him, if he was having a bad day, Camille was really


    having a bad life.


    “Well, I am not to me for what is happening to you, but I feel that everything has a solution.


    Please sit down” Andy points to the chair in front of him, he remembers for a moment what he had


    promised on Friday and feels miserable.


    Camille sits down, she keeps frowning, she feels like crying, but she won''t let herself, she wasn''t


    going to show her boss that she was totally finished.


    “I want to offer you an apology, I have a very short-term memory, I have to take note of everything,


    and unfortunately on Friday I overlooked it”.


    “But he handed me an unsigned check! It was a great humiliation for me”.


    “I don''t understand, Camille, what do you mean, unsigned? Show me the check I gave you”.


    Camille takes the check out of her pocket and puts it on her desk in a bad way.


    “Humm, if it has my signature on it, most likely the cashier made a mistake and it''s not valid, my


    signature is invisible to avoid forgery on the checks, I''ll call the bank right away, I''ll have that useless


    woman fired, thanks to her, look at you like that.” Andy picks up the phone, his temper changed, he


    was really upset about what happened at the bank.


    “What? So, I always had the money?”


    “Andy stretches out his hand and hands the check back to Camille.”


    “No sir, I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to cause you such an inconvenience, really, but what an


    embarrassment.”


    “It''s no bother, I''m not bothered anymore, now tell me, are you ill? Your countenance is terrible


    today.”


    “I haven''t had a drink of water; I haven''t had money to buy food.”


    Andy blushes, no employee of hispany should be without food, that was one of his policies,


    that''s why his sries were good, including Camille''s.


    “Why on earth would you expose your health like that! From the beginning of the day, she should


    havee to my office, I would have given her the cash deposit, plus in the cafeteria on the floor


    there are plenty of healthy snacks. Why the fuck hasn''t Camille eaten something?” Andy''s


    possessive voice came through.


    “I don''t tell you that I''m confined to a mousetrap of an office, I don''t know what kind of world you live


    in that you dream that all employees are treated the same, because of the way I dress, they have


    me working in a slum.”


    “I know, I know, all right, I''ll talk to your new immediate boss, I''m not in charge of that. Now I''ll give


    you a few more dors as part of thepany allowance and buy the necessary clothes, take the


    day off. Andy takes out another check and hands it to him.


    “I don''t need your mercy, Mr. Alf. That''s what I work for, and if they don''t want to see me like this,


    they can put up with it, and you know that I do want the day off, but to go to the hospital, I had an


    ident, look at my foot and thanks to your report I have not been able to take care of it, it is


    certain that I need a medical check-up.” Camille throws her head back, she had to say it, she was


    really in pain, she needed to see a doctor immediately, she felt how her foot was swelling more.


    “Miss Camille, you''re the queen of carelessness andck of self-respect, what else is missing, let


    me check you out”.


    Andy gets up from his big desk and walks around to Camille''s chair, he, in an act of nobility, bends


    down in front of her, almost on his knees, he takes her foot, he sees her worn out shoes and her


    socks a bit old, her pants are of a rather old fashioned fabric, for him, This woman was in extreme


    poverty, he starts to pull up the sleeve of his pants and notices that Camille has a beautiful white


    skin and soft to the touch, something very superficiales to his mind, how is it that a woman with


    her little economic capacity could take care of her skin so well? .


    He continues to run his hand over her calf, although the cut was on the ankle, he unconsciously


    cannot help but touch her skin a little more, his eyes are now confined to that spectacle, which,


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