Slapping my keyboard
back on the desk, I had begun to vibrate with anger. I was enraged. I felt like
walking right up to his office and giving him a piece of my mind.
As I sat there and
stewed, I was oblivious to the noise that had begun to grow in the open office.
Amanda tapped me on the shoulder again, pulling me out of my reverie.
What is it? I asked as
I folded the note in my clenched fist.
The ED wants everyone
in the open office, she replied softly. I tilted my head to see people piling
into the open office. My mind danced between options. Should I stay in my seat
and dare him? Should I walk up to him and shame him in public? Should I just
pray fro him? I sprang up on my feet and made for the open office. He stood in
the middle as everyone else surrounded him. I listened to him mouthing
gibberish and talking about best practices. I wanted to lash out at him from
where I stood but I kept hearing Pastor’s voice, if you were charged with being
a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you? The Holy Spirit
reminded me that God would do a better job than I could ever do.
Lord I am sorry, I
whispered under my breath. Then, he began to call names of high performers. He
definitely had to call Sandra. Four names later, he called Amanda. A tinge of
envy welled up in my insides. God, she’s not even born again!, I whispered in
my heart. There was applause, back patting and small talk as the gathering
dispersed. Instinctively, I marched to ED’s office and rapped on the door.
Without even waiting to hear his voice, I barged in.
Sharon, what is it?
You are the most
pathetic disgusting, self serving hypocrite I know, I lashed out.
What is this about?
Don’t act like you
don’t know what I am talking about. The note you left on my desk!
What note? ED looked
confused.
You want to fire me and
you first send a threat to me?
First, if I wanted to
fire you. I would not threaten you. I would simply fire you. Second, if you
ever come to into my office without my permission, you will understand that I
do not threaten. Now, get out of my sight.
I stood there and
stared. I just accused my boss, blew up my testimony as a Christian, disobeyed
the Holy Spirit, and still do not know
who threatened me.
As I closed from work,
I knew I had to get with the saints. And
for goodness sake, who is threatening me?
To be
continued on next part………
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