Page 3 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I won’t. I’ll just talk about what happened in the OR,” I snap back.
“Bianca and Dr. Stetson, I’ll update you two on this later today,” Karen says, dismissing their asses. At first, neither moves but when Karen doesn’t change her words, they get the hint and leave. When they do, she turns to me. “What resolution are you looking for in this?”
“Selfish me just wants my job back. But professional me, the CST, wants Dr. Stetson also held responsible for his actions.”
“Now, I’m just asking this. I can’t make any promises or even say that this is an option but would you consider another specialty?”
“Out of trauma and emergency?” I ask for clarification.
“Yes. Just asking,” she says.
“Depends,” I say honestly.
I started off in cardiovascular, moved to orthopedic, then to trauma and emergency. I’ve been in trauma for the last two years. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind a switch back to cardiovascular or orthopedic. I love my specialty but trauma and emergency is mentally, emotionally, and physically draining.
“Good to know.”
“So now what?”
“We need to discuss a few things further.”
Damage control.
“Give us another forty-eight hours. Report back Wednesday morning and we will have the final, final decision.”
“And what about Dr. Stetson?”
“I can’t discuss another employee’s situation with another employee,” she has the nerve to say. After that shit show just five minutes ago, she tried it.
“I hope I get that same courtesy. Will I still get paid while I’m off?”
“Yes. It’s paid extended leave.”
“I guess I have no choice but to see you Wednesday,” I say then stand.
I damn near run out of that conference room. In less than ten minutes, I’m back in my ride, taking my ass home so I can sleep. My coffee is wearing off and I’m tired as fuck. I leftfor Diamond Cove yesterday at noon and I haven’t slept since Saturday night.
When I make it back to my townhome, I rush upstairs, strip, take another shower, then climb my naked but moisturized body in my extra comfy king size bed. I don’t even bother to turn the damn tv on. I don’t open my eyes until ten hours later when I feel my stomach eating itself.
I drag my hungry self out of my bed, relieve my bladder, brush and gargle, then head downstairs to raid my fridge and pantry. Unfortunately, I don’t find shit but food that needs to be cooked and a box of my favorite 7Days soft vanilla croissants. I grab a croissant to eat while I decide on real food.
Two things in life make me extremely happy, cooking and driving my baby and with this bullshit going on with my job, I need to do both. I saw an interesting teriyaki salmon bake recipe on Skroll the other day and I screen shot it.I think I’ll make that.So, with my croissant in hand, I head upstairs to get dressed. My next stops are the grocery store, the Marketplace, and a gas station.
Daymir Crew
Brick:Where r u
Me: On the way.
My cousin, Brick has been texting me for the last fifteen minutes. Our boss and his wife are having their black-tie anniversary dinner party tonight and I’m running late. Due to a large shipment and due to being understaffed today, I didn’t leave the warehouse until four. I had to go home and get clean in my all-black designer suit and now, I need a cigar to roll a blunt before I get to the dinner. There’s no firing up at the party and after that shit at the warehouse today, I need to blow. So, I’m pulling up to this C-Mart for a cigar.
As soon as I turn in, a nice ass orange Challenger catches my eye. It’s clean as fuck and sitting on some nice rims. I roll pass it, still admiring it, then pull into a parking spot in front of the store. When I get out, my work, blackphone vibrates so I look at it. It’s my other cousin, Dodge.
Dodge:Being late looks bad nigga.
Me: I’m coming. Shit was crazy at the WH
At all times, I carry my personal cell and an encrypted blackphone for work. Gideon Powers, the head of the Powers family, doesn’t allow us to discuss or conduct any business on our personal phones. Only the blackphones and they are replaced about every three months.
