Being suspended for an entire week without pay was a slap in the face. When one lives from hand to mouth during periods of high gas and food prices, it’s not easy to face a financial loss of nearly $1,000. My bubble broke when my boss’s boss, Susan Hog, handed me a pink slip last Thursday and informed me of an “administrative leave without pay”–
“You better start doing everything I tell you to do,” the fat lesbian mumbled moments before I flipped her the bird.
“Stop being so fucking cheap and fire me you whore!” I whispered so that she couldn’t hear me.
I have a lover to spoil, not to mention bills to pay and cats to feed. Jesus, I thought, I’m fucked– my pride got in the way again, now what am I going to do?
I came home and prayed. Yes, I prayed. I took everything to God in prayer. I didn’t know what else to do–
“Dear heavenly father, forgive me for I have sinned. Help! I’m doomed,” I whispered. Then I said words not only to God but to every friend and family member that has died. I like to think of them as saints or heavenly bodies that watch over me here in this life. I know they are real. I have proof.
I got off my knees and promised myself that I would have faith– yes, if there is a God then he will take care of me. I’m tired of worrying. I reassured myself that even if everything was lost, it didn’t matter, I was going to be alright because I was letting go and letting God.
The worries returned yesterday when I was back at work. I decided to give Harold Kranin a call. Harold is the lawyer in charge of Tom Barbour’s estate. Tom left me thousands of dollars in his will when he died, but I’ve been waiting for years to collect on the bequest.
“I don’t believe this,” Harold said on the phone after his secretary patched me through to his office.
“What?” I asked.
“I just opened your file and was looking for your phone number and you called out of the blue. I don’t believe this!” Herold remarked.
“That sort of thing has been happening to me a lot,” I explained to Harold. “People tell me that all the time.” I didn’t mention to him that I hear dead people– that’s a little too much for even lawyers to understand.
“Listen, I’ll need for you to come into my office and sign some paperwork. Your check is ready.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at Noon,” I exclaimed as I hung up the phone.
“Thanks God,” I prayed, “Oh, and Tom, thanks a million! I will never forget this. I owe you one,” I said to my old friend who looks down at me from heaven and smiles.
“Anything for you, Charles,” a voice whispered back.