Chapter 58

Bette’s Backyard

The band had rehearsed a few tunes before Bette had come home from the office. Angus had taken the liberty of barbequing some burgers and hot dogs on their manager’s beloved gas grill, while Shane and Alice opted to place an order for delivery of their favorite vegetarian pizza from Z Pizza.

Crunching on a nearby bowl of chips and salsa, the band members were held captive by Bette’s commanding presence as she recounted the story of her hellish day at the office.

“So you’re not fired then?”

“No Alice, I’m not fired.”

“Even though you totally humiliated the owners of the company you’re work for, made them look incredibly incompetent, shoved your sales in their face and yelled at them for, like, a half hour, and they still employ you?”

“Yep.”

“Beyond that, now you’re enjoying a nice two week paid vacation?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck, I shoulda went into marketing.”

Bette laughed at her ex’s declaration. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out quickly as she rolled her eyes thinking about her meeting with her superiors.

“Hey Baby Sis, you still have other offers on the table if they gon’ be givin’ you shit, right? You were being head hunted by that other company, what, just a few months ago wasn’t you?”

“Yes. But I’m not sure I want to start at the bottom again, you know? I mean, despite the bitching I might get from the Krolls, I still have a pretty cush job. My salary is commensurate with my experience, the benefits are great, retirement is decent, and the commission bonuses are phenomenal.” Bette smiled thoughtfully. “I mean, 15% of my gross profits this quarter puts a nice chunk of change in the bank guys. It would take a whole LOT of convincing for any head hunter to get me to jump ship now.”

“Yeah, yeah. We get it, you can retire tomorrow if you want.” Shane sneered. “But congrats boss. That’s really awesome that you’re fuckin’ great at what you do. I think you could market feminine hygiene products to men, you’re so fucking good.”

Shane’s statement made Angus scrunch his nose in disgust.

“You know what I mean, AP.” Shane said as she took a swig from her Dos Equis.