The Big Bossy Boss
Here I am, waking up at 4:00 a.m. in the morning to cook food for people, something that I have to do every single day, as it is my lifetime career. Even
though, I still cook for my own children, my sister and my brother for free. Being the mother of a few children and having to be a chef as your career isn’t easy, as
your whole routine would be ruined. That day, it had been a disaster because I had to leave early to go to work because my boss had told me to do so. As a
result, I had to wake up my children earlier than usual and send them to school earlier, which they hadn't been happy about, but their teacher was. I usually hate
it when my children have to suffer the consequences of my situation that I alone should have faced. Little had I known that I was about to come up to a big
surprise from my family, and a lot of support from my husband Jack.
As I had headed down the path that day, I had smelled the sweet odor of roses and other beautiful flowers. The sun shined down on me, which kept me
warm in a kind of chilly day, since it was about to rain. As soon as I figured that it was going to start raining cats and dogs, I started running down the path to
the restaurant that I had worked at. There had been very little people that day, as the weather hadn’t been that good. I still had to serve the people that were
already there, so I put on my white cap and got to work. By the end of the day, I had been tired out, but that same day, my boss gave me my check for only $15,
not $45 as usual. At first, I had thought that it had been a mistake in the writing and it should’ve been the regular amount. Then, my boss said, “Look. From now
on, you will only get $15, no more, but it may drop down again. Even if you are my only cook, I won’t give you any more, as you don’t deserve it anymore.” I began
to yell at him saying that it was unfair r the way he was treating me and that he had made a big mistake. Suddenly, I had a flashback ok when I had gotten the
sweet taste of revenge. At that time, I knew that the whole revenge game would start again, and I would win yet another time using my wits. There was still a
cheetah about to begin running at full speed and then pounce on its prey. Then, I stormed discontentedly out the door, and went to my home far away from
that filthy place. From then on, I knew that I would not step foot in there until I get my $45 payment or even higher for making my precious children pay for
something they hadn’t taken part of. My plan was to go on strike after forming a plan with unsatisfied customers during a conspiracy at my home, and my
husband who isn’t usually that supportive would help too, as we needed money at such a hard time in the middle colonies.
The next day, I had woken up at 5:00 a.m. in the morning and got my kids ready for school. My husband even skipped his own job to help out with the
situation. My group of people who were going on strike met up at my place again and we discussed the plan that we had made official that last night. Then, we
headed down to the restaurant where we shouted, “We need money. You are greedy!” Now, a rich man like him wouldn’t want to be put on strike for one of his
finest creations, so he came out and threw money all over and said that that was what they wanted and to get it. None of us reached down to even pick up $1,
except for Judy., who had collected all the money and put it in her purse so we could later use it to win if we were to lose. I told the man myself that we should be
paid as much as we deserve and even more for our devotion to our work. I could feel Jack smile next to me, something that I always loved to feel. The way he
smiled at me told me that I had done the right thing, and I knew that I hadn’t made any mistakes.
My big bossy boss had finally been defeated, since he went back in and when he came out, gave us all a check for $50. We all were happy, but I told him,
“You better keep this up, or I’ll rally up these folks again and you’ll have to go through this embarrassment for the second time. Now you don’t want that
happening, do you?” After that, I grabbed Jack’s hand with one hand and held on tightly to the check in the other hand. I had had a feeling that I had finally gained
the rank of a leader in my community, something I had always wanted. As I was walking home, I smelled the roses again, but I felt that a whole new population of
flowers had now bloomed.
though, I still cook for my own children, my sister and my brother for free. Being the mother of a few children and having to be a chef as your career isn’t easy, as
your whole routine would be ruined. That day, it had been a disaster because I had to leave early to go to work because my boss had told me to do so. As a
result, I had to wake up my children earlier than usual and send them to school earlier, which they hadn't been happy about, but their teacher was. I usually hate
it when my children have to suffer the consequences of my situation that I alone should have faced. Little had I known that I was about to come up to a big
surprise from my family, and a lot of support from my husband Jack.
As I had headed down the path that day, I had smelled the sweet odor of roses and other beautiful flowers. The sun shined down on me, which kept me
warm in a kind of chilly day, since it was about to rain. As soon as I figured that it was going to start raining cats and dogs, I started running down the path to
the restaurant that I had worked at. There had been very little people that day, as the weather hadn’t been that good. I still had to serve the people that were
already there, so I put on my white cap and got to work. By the end of the day, I had been tired out, but that same day, my boss gave me my check for only $15,
not $45 as usual. At first, I had thought that it had been a mistake in the writing and it should’ve been the regular amount. Then, my boss said, “Look. From now
on, you will only get $15, no more, but it may drop down again. Even if you are my only cook, I won’t give you any more, as you don’t deserve it anymore.” I began
to yell at him saying that it was unfair r the way he was treating me and that he had made a big mistake. Suddenly, I had a flashback ok when I had gotten the
sweet taste of revenge. At that time, I knew that the whole revenge game would start again, and I would win yet another time using my wits. There was still a
cheetah about to begin running at full speed and then pounce on its prey. Then, I stormed discontentedly out the door, and went to my home far away from
that filthy place. From then on, I knew that I would not step foot in there until I get my $45 payment or even higher for making my precious children pay for
something they hadn’t taken part of. My plan was to go on strike after forming a plan with unsatisfied customers during a conspiracy at my home, and my
husband who isn’t usually that supportive would help too, as we needed money at such a hard time in the middle colonies.
The next day, I had woken up at 5:00 a.m. in the morning and got my kids ready for school. My husband even skipped his own job to help out with the
situation. My group of people who were going on strike met up at my place again and we discussed the plan that we had made official that last night. Then, we
headed down to the restaurant where we shouted, “We need money. You are greedy!” Now, a rich man like him wouldn’t want to be put on strike for one of his
finest creations, so he came out and threw money all over and said that that was what they wanted and to get it. None of us reached down to even pick up $1,
except for Judy., who had collected all the money and put it in her purse so we could later use it to win if we were to lose. I told the man myself that we should be
paid as much as we deserve and even more for our devotion to our work. I could feel Jack smile next to me, something that I always loved to feel. The way he
smiled at me told me that I had done the right thing, and I knew that I hadn’t made any mistakes.
My big bossy boss had finally been defeated, since he went back in and when he came out, gave us all a check for $50. We all were happy, but I told him,
“You better keep this up, or I’ll rally up these folks again and you’ll have to go through this embarrassment for the second time. Now you don’t want that
happening, do you?” After that, I grabbed Jack’s hand with one hand and held on tightly to the check in the other hand. I had had a feeling that I had finally gained
the rank of a leader in my community, something I had always wanted. As I was walking home, I smelled the roses again, but I felt that a whole new population of
flowers had now bloomed.