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Scorpion's Tale (standard:other, 1691 words)
Author: Lucky WilsonAdded: Jan 31 2008Views/Reads: 2914/1834Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Woman has career change.
 



I.	THE BEGINNING 

How I got here, I don't know.  It's a place I always wanted to be, but
never thought I would reach.  Before we begin the adventure, let me 
tell you about myself (as much as I can).  I am the real thing.  I do 
what I do because I can blend into the background—normal everyday life. 
 I am not a size zero; I am a voluptuous size 22/24.  I am not some 
blue-eyed blonde bombshell.  I am a Black woman with astigmatism and 
shoulder length dreadlocks. My eyes are a dark brown by the way.  I 
didn't attend any Ivy League or Big Ten universities, but I know what I 
know and that's more than enough.  I know in every story there is the 
“perfect, fairytale” like character, but not here.  For instance in 
majority of the novels by one of my favorite authors, there is such a 
character.  The author places this female character, which has a male 
name, in a male dominated work world, but happens to have the body of a 
“Playboy” centerfold (I think this actual phrase has been used in the 
novel).  To offset her “perfection” she can't find a good man to save 
her life because none of them want her for her brains and can't compete 
with her demanding highly intellectual career choice.  What a load of 
shit.  All women have problems finding men.  Look at Halle Berry; she's 
been married twice and each of her husbands has cheated on her.  Thank 
goodness that young White boy knocked her up or she would never get off 
Oprah with her pathetic tale of woe.  Men can be dogs; women can be 
bitches.  Some men are worthy, some women are marriage material.  It's 
the cycle of life. 

Back to me.  I was leading a boring life as a mental health counselor. 
I was putting up with stupid ass parents that couldn't understand why 
Jimmy wouldn't go to school.  Maybe it's because you are such a ass 
wipe—ever think of that?  Who ever told parents it was cool to be your 
child's friend, fucked up a several generations of people.  Parents 
don't become your friends until you have your own shit and they want to 
borrow money.  Then it's time to block their asses out!  I was at the 
end of my rope.  I hated going to work every day although I loved 
therapy.  These parents were stupid and should have taken a test in 
order to become parents.  I was not longing for children although there 
had not been any beans in the oven, even at the ripe age of 32.  I was 
not trying and if a guy even looked remotely fertile, I kept my 
distance.  The last thing I needed in my life was to be permanently 
attached to some loser that thought he had caught a free ride.  I have 
worked my ass off to get what I had at the time, I was going to be 
damned if I let some high school drop out with a big dick take it from 
me.   It was after one of more trying sessions with a juvenile 
delinquent and his dumb ass parents that I was approached about a new 
opportunity. 

“Ms.  Mathis, this is Frederick DeMane.  I am calling regarding your
application for a position with our agency,” stated the voice on the 
other end of the telephone line.  I had no clue who this guy was and no 
idea what he was talking about.  I had put out over 100 applications 
over the last few weeks.  A year of this shit was more than enough for 
me and I was aiming to get out.  Since I was at a loss about this phone 
call, I simply replied, “Yes.”  The deep male voice on the other end 
continued, “We would like to schedule an interview for this Saturday, 
if possible.”  I turned my head to the right and looked at my wall 
calendar.  I then looked down at my appointment book in front of me and 
saw that on both Saturday was clear.  “That would be good.  What 
time?,”  I asked.  “Would five in the evening be too late?”  I cleared 
my throat and replied, “Oh five sounds good.  Where will the interview 
be held?”  That's when Mr. DeMane gave me the address and directions to 
a place in Houston.  I had never been there before and knew I had to 
leave early to get there near on-time.  I thanked Mr. DeMane and hung 
up the phone.  I jumped up from my desk and did a jig.  I was finally 
going to leave this pit of stupidity.  I was not sad about leaving 
these dumb ass kids or their perpetually useless caregivers. 

Needless to say the interview went well.  I couldn't turn it down.  The
salary and fringe benefits were beyond compare.  I was ecstatic.  There 
was only one hitch to the whole plan.  Most people would have turned 
the job offer down after hearing the main and non-negotiable condition. 
 I had no problems with it and had wanted to do it for years, but never 
thought I could pull it off.   The condition was that I would have to 
be erased.  All aspects of my current life had to end.  I would be an 
orphan at by the time I was 33.  I would not be able to have any 
contacts with my family members, my best friends, lovers, sexual 


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