Click

I did not want to get up this morning. Every time my cell alarm rang, I just hit the snooze button. Finally I gave up and just pressed confirm. I was having such a good dream. There was no way I was going to ruin it.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My God, it’s going off again! I flipped the phone open, and Sonic was shining back at me. I hate Sonic.

“Hello?” I slurred.

“Hi Candise. Are you going to come in?” I think it was Ashley – I didn’t like her much.

Come in where? I thought. “Umm yeah, sure. What time is it? Oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll be in!” I jumped off the couch and stumbled off to my room.

“How long are you going to be?”

“Umm, maybe . . . thirty minutes?”

“Alright, bye.” Click.

I starred at the phone. Umm . . . bye? Screw this, I was going back to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, I got up again. Now was the time to call in and make up some lame excuse. This will be only the second day that I don’t come in. The Sonic number was right at the top of my caller ID list. So I played around with my call log before I called them. I’ve got to make it look real. *cough*

RING! RING! RING! “Hello?”

“Hey, yeah, you’re going to have to call somebody in. I cannot get my car to start!”

“Who is this?”

“Candise.”

She slid the phone away from her ear. “Hey! Candise says she can’t get her car started!”

I heard Joe in the background. “Get directions! We’ll have someone go get her!”

Back on the phone, “Where do you live?”

“You won’t be able to make it over here.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s too many turns, and my actual address in impossible to find in Sperry.”

“Give me directions.”

“Okay, fine.” I couldn’t believe the links these people would go. I took a deep breath, and talked as fast as I could. “When you get out of Sonic, take a right onto 86th street. Go down past the two bridges until you get to Highway 11. Keep going past that until you reach a straight dead end. Take a right. Keep going until you see a big sign that says ‘Osage’ something or other. Take a left. Go past the curve and take a left at your next stop sign. Take a right at the next stop sign after that. Then take another left at the next stop sign after that. Keep going past the four way stop. When you see Betty’s, take a right. Keep going until you see 108th street. I live at 5278. The tan house. But there are about five tan houses on that road. Do you got all that?”

“No.”

“How about you just call someone in?”

“Like who? Everyone is here!”

“Call the Hondurans in. They don’t work mornings.”

“How about you do that.”

I sighed heavily. “Fine.”

“Alright, bye.” Click.

Again with the click thing. I called Jonovic and asked if he could come into Sonic for me. It took him while to understand because he didn’t speak English all that well, but he got it. During the middle of our conversation, Sonic calls in again.

“Hold on Jonovic, I’ve got another call.” Swap. “Hello?”

“Don’t worry, about coming in the rest of the week.”

“O . . . K.”

“Alright, bye.” Click.

What is up with her and the click thing! My God! Swap. “Hey, Jonovic, don’t worry about coming in. They fired me, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, that good.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later then.”

“Okay. Adiós, Candi.”

“Bye bye.” Click. Now that was a good bye. Ashley needs to learn these finer traits. Well, I suppose I should at least tell them that he could come in.

RING! RING! RING! “Sonic, this is Ashley.”

“Hey, Jonovic says that he can make it, but I didn’t tell him to come in. You’re going to have to do that yourself!” Click.

See, I can do the click thing too. ^_^

So I’m fired, and I still have to pick up my check. Not to mention, I still have Jonovic’s DVD. I’ll have to do that sometime this week. Curse Sonic. *spits*