An other paper was lying on her desk. Something else to do. More work. She didn't know where to start. Earlier this guy just came in, to remind them about his order the next day. What order? What the f***? She became angry. She didn't want to bother with that sort of shit. Why had her stupid husband agreed to take this job? It was just more work for her. Work she didn't want to care for. She was angry. Angry with her stupid husband. Angry that he took the job and she had to work for it. She looked on the paper. A bloody spray bottle. A fucking bloody spray bottle. They don't even have a spare spray bottles! STUPID!!!
When one of her workers came into their office she was still angry. Her thinking was focused on her anger. Focused on blaming her stupid husband for taking the job. And if it wouldn't be enough finding this bloody paper on her desk, this stupid little bitch was starting talking about exactly the same shit. That the guy came into the shop asking when to pick up this stupid spray bottle the next day. She couldn't hold on to her self. Swearing and blaming her husband, who was over the whole time sitting on his chair facing his back to her.
Silent.
Her employee interrupted her, before she was even knowing what she were doing. The whole situation felt just so unnecessary and wrong. It hurt her to see her boss in such a fury and anger. It just hurt her to see them both fighting. Better getting blamed and sworn at and unconsciously screaming and yelling. She hated it seeing the business affecting their relationship. “There is a bottle behind the counter, we just need to clean it. Done”. Turned around and left the office. Her husband still sitting in his chair starring at the screen without noticing what actually was there. Now grinning. Just slightly. Not to encourage an other burst of rage against him.
The employee went to the counter, cleaned the bottle and placed it together with the other stuff the customer asked for into a box. Ready to get picked up at the next day.