Who was holding the Handle...and the Blade
Mr Blowford's Office
It was silent and evil pervaded the lobby.
The receptionist, Miss Short, was always a bit neurotic, but was practically suicidal due to her length of employ at Blowford's office.
Ms. Dean, who worked upstairs with Mr. Blowford, called her Miss Short 'Matron' of Bellevue, which Miss Short liked, as she did feel she worked in a mad house.
The chief psychopath was the one and only Max Blowford; the biggest bag of wind and hypocrite in the parish if not the country.
Ms Dean was equal to Blowford in qualifications, should have been a partner, but Blowford treated her as an inferior.
Miss Short couldn't understand why Sandy Dean allowed it.
Sandy Dean was well liked by the staff, the clients, just about everyone.
People who didn't know Paul Blowford, who only heard him babbling about 'reparations' and 'Marcus Garvey' and 'Black People' on the radio and television thought he was a great liberator. People who knew him, hated him.
Blowford was the most oppressive boss anyone could work for. He was a tyrant. He would shout at everyone, including Sandy, and would not allow anyone to speak, to explain. He underpaid, he deducted pay for lateness and absence.
Blowford's malignant son, called 'Slugs' , virtually lived at the office, for at forty two, the 'child' had no profession, no home, nothing but a blood connection to Blowford. For a twisted reason, best left in the dark, Blowford felt guilty in the way his son turned out so badly.
He appointed him the 'I.T.' officer, although Slugs knew less than a 'help' key.
Another son, by another woman, Matt, also worked there as an assistant. Matt was a zombie. He didn't talk to anyone, he didn't cooperate, he was a cold and silent presence.
Other members of staff were, Stan Blair was the all around go for' as was Keisha Thompson.
Stan was to come to work, clean up dog mess, then be ready to play messenger, file clerk or aide,
Keisha was to mop the office then be ready to fill in the gaps left by Stan.
Shouting and abusing his staff, including Sandy Dean, who did most of his work, was standard at Blowford's office.
As Time Drags By
Although Keisha, the erstwhile office maid, wasn't very academic she fully understood Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity.
At work time ran slower. She would look at her cell phone, the time was 10:12 although it seemed she'd been working for six hours it had only been just over two.
She'd look again, after what felt like two hours, and it was 10:23.
At home, during the weekends, she'd make breakfast, clean up, and it was lunch time. She'd finish lunch, turn around, and it was dinner time.
She mentioned this to Sandy, who totally agreed with her, for she also experienced the time warp.
Since Ms. Dean came to work, Blowford could take on more work.
He would dump almost everything on Ms Dean, and only pluck a few choice plums.
No matter how hard Ms. Dean worked, no matter what she did, how well she did it, he never commended her. He only attacked. He attacked for a missing comma, for how she dressed, which bathroom she used, breathing.
Although they were equal, Ms. Dean was treated as a subordinate. The Staff couldn't understand why Sandy didn't stand up to him. Everyone liked her better than him. The clients preferred her.
Speaking to Sandy on one of those off occasions when Blowford wasn't around, (he didn't allow his staff to talk to each other) she explained; "I'm leaving," but didn't give a time.
The Work Piles On
Blowford was in serious trouble. There had been complaints about him. A lot of complaints.
He couldn't dump them on Ms. Dean. It was he who took the money, he who was hired, not Ms. Dean.
Ms Dean made it clear to everyone, from staff to client to public official, that these were NOT her clients, they were Blowford's. That she was only given the file and was acting to merely explain his absence.
Although when she first came she had accepted a sense of 'partnership' in a few months she decided against it. She would be the nothing Blowford pushed around.
Sandy had reached her limit and was considering leaving. It was at that moment Blowford attacked her, in his usual insulting manner.
"I think I should leave..." she said softly.
Blowford heard her and changed his mouth; tried to be nicer, yet still insulting, after all, Ms. Dean couldn't do better.
Ms. Dean didn't say anything, she decided she would leave at the end of the month. She couldn't get a word in edgewise, so couldn't tell him.
Ms. Dean ran into Ms. DeSouza, who had once invited her into her office. Sandy asked if the post was open, Chandra DeSouza instantly affirmed.
Sandy would begin the 1st of next month. Chandra was very happy about it, so was Sandy.
The knowledge she would leave in two weeks had Sandy buoyant, and people noticed her glowing.
The manner of her leaving was a bit problematic, but Sandy decided that when Blowford paid her, taking out a day's pay for an absence, she'd say,
"I'm a daily paid worker. Daily paid workers don't need to give notice."
It was out of character for her to act this way, but as Blowford had no character she attributed it to transference.
When Ms. Dean first came to work for Blowford, she noticed there were no malware protectors on the computers. She installed them.
Slugs, who was the 'IT' person demanded she take them off, and she refused. Sandy tried to explain, but Slugs was a rather repulsive type, often talking to himself, and made her flesh crawl. She didn't see why she should demean herself fighting to get light into the darkness of his sewer mind.
Her computer was not working. Blowford confronted her, claiming she caused the problem by loading things on the computer. Slugs shouted that she had broken three computers, Sandy went to defend herself. She was stopped, told to shut up, and Slugs held forth.
Sandy went to her desk, began to pack up. When she was done, she thought she should say something to Blowford.
She went to his office to speak to him, and he refused to let her talk. He went on about how she uses his computers to view email. Babbling on and on he added that she was never to load anything on a computer without Slug's permission.
Sandy had nothing to say. She left.
She told Ms Thompson, and Miss Short, as went out the door with her bags.
As it Happened
Sandy rang up Chandra, and the latter was ecstatic that Sandy would start on Monday. It was the happiest conversation either had for years.
Sandy told her friends, and considered how to make Blowford know she was not coming in on Monday.
Of course, it wasn't very important to her what Blowford thought, didn't think. It was only important to Sandy how she dealt with an issue.
Looking at her diary she saw how laden down Blowford was with appointments, none of them were her's. He could not possibly fulfill more than one, and the rest?
It was not her problem.
Not any more.
Blowford would learn on Monday morning that he needed Sandy much more than she needed him.