The turn about
As the old saying goes, turn about is fair play. The Husker decided to turn the tables on his overly controlling assistant. He rearranged all of his meetings the night before. So when Christy came in to start the day she and he were in different places. The first meeting instead of having it in his office, he had moved it and sent a schedule update to her. She showed up to prep and when no one showed checked the location. It was now in a building 10 minutes away. Christy didn’t think much of it, a single meeting changing wasn’t odd at all, but as she looked out to the other events of the day, each and every one of them had been moved times changed slightly, places all different than what she was prepared. She arrived for the first meeting early as always. No sign of the Husker. Both sides, staff talked, no one knew why it was moved, it just was. Christy was starting to get angry. At the point the meeting was to begin both of the Reps came out of the good Representative from Michigan’s private office shaking hands and smiling the meeting they were all prepping for was over. The Husker just ignored Christy and walked out into the hall, headed to the next place. This one was at the cafeteria in his building.
Christy thought to herself why in the world would he set a meeting there. He didn’t even look at her, he just walked down the hall and left. She did not catch the same elevator catching the next one took forever, at least two minutes. He was outside the building and in his office where he was really holding the meeting. She arrived in the Café, looked around and he was no where to be found. She called and checked her listing. It was most definitely suppose to be where she was standing. No one dared to tell her he was in the office, but then again she asked where she was suppose to be but not where the Husker was. She sat and waited for 20 minutes before heading back upstairs to her office. By the time she arrived, he had finished with the Department of Agriculture briefing. She sat at her desk, checking the rest of the day. In addition to the changes in venue, he had booked her into a six with another Reps Head of Staff and an 8:00 that listed vaguely who she was meeting with and where the meeting would be. After most of the staff left he went to his office still not speaking to her, he just turned his back to her talking jovially with the others about their plans for the weekend. It was as if she was invisible.
Going into his office Christy followed him, closing the door behind her. He sat in his favorite chair, as she stomped around waiting for him to speak. He just sat down like no one was there and started reading. “What the fuck is your problem!” She yelled, he just sat there reading like she didn’t exist. After several more statements each and every one of them escalating in frustration, fear, and rage she sat down in the chair next to him. He sat there blazing on the inside but without a modicum of an acknowledgement of his anger or her presence. Finally she had run out of gas. “Are you done?” he asked her. “No, I’m really upset.” She replied. He continued on completely indifferent to her emotional state. “Well, at least I haven’t been calling your mother to figure out why you’re upset.” She just sat there. He put both the office phone records and her government provided cell phone records which were of course a matter of public record. “Here’s the day you lied to me about calling her. And here’s where you called her Wednesday after I told you I’d call you back.” Christy just stammered, not sure what to say. He looked at his watch and got up to walk out. “The rest of the day’s calendar is correct. You also have two late meetings today that I expect that you will be at without me. Understood?” She was stunned, had he set her up with the phone conversation a few days back, was it fair warning that she should have heeded but chose not to. In a way it was. The late day meetings were intended to keep her distracted, while he kept his dinner plans.
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copyright 2008 Michael Malflic
