“Work sucks.” The familiar battle cry of the working class. You know all about it I am sure. As you deal with clients and customer service you think “I am better than this job…where the hell did I go wrong?” You also feel like you should get an award for not using every last curse word you know whenever a client/customer gives you grief, am I right? Well, let me make you feel a tad bit better and tell you about my work day.
I work at Forest Acres , a mediocre (at best) assisted living home in good old South Florida. Before my work day begins, the dreaded Florida commute starts my day off with F-bombs and countless acts of flicking the bird. You are no stranger to this. The moron that cuts over three lanes to exit 95. The idiot that drives 20 in 35. The jerk that refuses to use his turn signal. It makes you angry enough to bite their faces off, sans bath salts, right?
Well, I deal with that, too. So I guess we are even.
But when you walk through the doors of your place of employment are you greeted by the scent of fresh feces, body odor and orange soda? No? Didn’t think so. This stench that lingers through out the entire building is the least of my problems.
When your customers talk to you, do their false teeth fall out on the regular?
Any of your clients smell of a medicinal ointment that reeks of a combination of ammonia and sour milk? Ever have a customer just die during a lunch shift?
These are just some of many perks to my daily job. (And my parents wonder why i drink so much.)
Why don’t I just quit, right? Well, money. You know it and I know it, the whole phrase “Love makes the world go around” is bullshit. Money. Money makes the world go around. Don’t kid yourself, this isn’t the peace, love and happiness 1960’s, this is the Ipad, Iphone, Ionlycareabout me modern world. Money is king and for the handsome sized paycheck Forest Acres gave me every two weeks, I will deal with my work. After all, I am just there to give the geezers some company, some hope, and a simple slice of human interaction for the day.
Well, it WAS all about money… until 2 months ago.
2 months ago, everything changed. Suddenly, I felt alive. Like I was 16 again, crushing on the prom queen of 1994. I wanted to clean up my sourness and be the best that I could be. 2 months ago I met Kaitlin Velazquez. She changed my life forever.
Kaitlin was the new accounts manager at Forest Acres and she was more than a fox. She was just over 5 feet tall and the perfect thickness that a woman should be. In a world that reeked of sour farts and sweaty armpits, her scent hit your nostrils like a euphoric shot of warmth and safety. She looked like a latin Grace Kelly. Beautiful piercing eyes, perfectly pouty lips, and hair that shimmered and flowed like the ocean if it was pitch black.
Some how, with in two weeks, this nursing home goddess took a liking to me. (Mind you- I had luck in my corner with this one, I was the only male at Forest Acres, other than Timothy but he was gay.) The first week was casual “hellos, how are you, did you see this movie, doesnt bruno mars sucks” talk. After we realized we were movie nazi’s and shared a love for anything hard rock and not top 40 music, work (and life) got better for me. We soon started to do lunch everyday. Then drinks after work. We even did a movie, some supposed hollywood blockbuster that really was just a hollywood bomb. Life was good.
Kaitlin knew how to dress, too. Simple chic and sexy. Always skirts and sleek stockings. The perfect amount of make up, the ideal amount of perfume. She never over did it with accessories. Classy earrings, pretty necklaces and one ring, her late grandmothers, on her right ring finger. I never told her how much she turned me on, it was like she was dressing for me.
I don’t know exactly what happened next, but it happened, and it was good.
Just like every day, I ended my shift in Kaitlin’s office. We sat there chatting about the crap Netflix streams on it’s instant queue and how we wish they would release better movies as well. It was pretty late. Our passion for movies made time fly by. We were definitely the only people on the administrative floor.
She was behind her desk, getting frustrated at her computer, trying to figure out how to create her email signature. I volunteered to help her. I got up and stood next to her to instruct her on how to fix her little dilemma, which to me was an easy one.
As I stood next to her, it was hard for me not to notice her outfit- navy blue and white pinstripe skirt, white blouse and white stockings. I am a man, we do these things, constantly.
“Here, just sit down and do it.” she said.
She got up to let me sit down and I remember telling her “Oh, that is an easy fix…” and the next thing I know she is on top of me, our mouths open and tongues lashing like we needed one an others kiss to stay alive.
I tried my luck with feeling her body and it was a tight masterpiece of a body. Like she was carved of a soft delicate stone. She could have been in a museum. Her legs were thick and the nylon of her legs felt smooth as silk. Her waist was a perfect arch. That is all I allowed myself to touch, as I realized then, not only did I respect Kaitlin, but I loved her.
As we kissed more, my hands moved more and her hair fell into my face. I could smell strawberries and an a scent that was unique only to Kaitlin. I felt a rush of golden warm feelings, like I was in the sun, on a beach, ocean breeze hitting my skin just the right way. I felt my heart explode with excitement and I felt a set of chills that I have never felt before. Every nerve in my body was tingling and on fire.
Kaitlin screamed as I looked down upon her sitting on my lifeless peaceful body.
She still looked like an angelic scarlet even with tears streaming down her face and screaming “Help! Call 911!”
It was all too late. Technically, I was gone though I followed Kaitlin around for a few months. Turns out my heart gave out mid-kiss once I realized I loved her. Like I said… “work sucks.”
-By Justin Vilonna