“My period is due on Thursday and I’ve been feel the PMS,” she curtly replied.
He grimaced. “I didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, then don’t go assuming the pregnancy chair has struck again.” She pointed at the title. “It’s about Buddhism.”
“Buddhism for mothers.” He read aloud.
“A friend of mine leant it to me, she couldn’t find her other Buddhism book, so I’m reading this in the meantime.” Not that it has much to do with the act of raising children, more about pure love and the lessons of Budda, she thought. But that’s the first chapter.
“Your friend is a mother?”
“She has two little ones.”
“And you want to be a Buhhdist?”
Wendy shrugged. There wasn’t a compulsion for her to start practicing things and follow a set of rules written by someone who’s been dead for a while. “I don’t know. My friend and I were having a conversation and things just started to line up, if that makes sense.”
Her boss smiled. “Each to their own.” Passing over the stack of papers, he nodded to the book again. “Once you finish your break, scan and save those in the customer folders and then file the hard copies, please.”
He then added, “At least you’re reading something better than that pink girly book from last week.”
“Oi! That was a sweet romance. You can’t judge it just based on what you read in the blurb.” She cried out. Grr, all he’s done is tease me about that book, asking her to compare the boys coming in for interviews to the male lead.
“The same stack of books has been on your desk for a month. Do you have any plans to read them or are you going to leave them to collect even more dust?”
“Wendy, some of us are actually busy at work.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” she shot back.
He gave a dry laugh.
She was never sure how far she could push it with him, he was her boss after all. Weren’t employees meant to be respectful? Keep their distance and not give attitude?
Some days she could swear he enjoyed it. Other days it looked like he was barely containing a rage. Not that she’d ever seen him lose it. The worse thing he ever did was the disappointed look.
And that was one that cut deep in all employees.
“That’s enough from you. Get back to work,” he said.
The door to the workshop creaked inwards. A blast of winter air rushed in and attacked Wendy’s legs with a bear hug.
The supervisor hustled in and let the door slam shut. “Boss,” he nodded.
The cold died as the heat in the room came to her rescue.
The supervisor looked over. “What’s for morning tea, Wendy?” A pause. “Is that a baby book? Not even six months here and the pregnancy chair has worked.”
Wendy placed the bookmark between the pages. “I. AM. NOT. PREGNANT.”
Both the boss and supervisor gave her raised eyebrows.
“Never let the truth get in the way of a good rumour,” the supervisor teased.
Wendy reached into her waste basket and pulled out two scrunched up wads of paper. Pitching them one after another at her supervisor and boss. “Jerks.”