t was a few weeks after the new system had started at work. Already there were changes . Already the company was bypassing the wholesalers and dealing directly with the smaller supermarkets. Already it had buyers going from farm to farm and not dealing with the agri business firms. Already it was trying to form links with other companies interested in operating the same way. Already the company had put on more staff to deal with the larger number of invoices. And already- at last – I was a supervisor. It was going so well too. Some of the bitches who I hated had left, they weren’t missed, the fashion plates who only worked to support their big mortgages and flash homes, who wanted everything now and weren’t prepared to wait But there were still enough of the old school around to make my life difficult.
One of them, really not all that different from me in some ways was a piece I just couldn’t stand at all called Desiree. She was older then me, about 40 and perhaps she was just too set in her ways. Maybe she thought she should have been supervisor, maybe, just maybe, though I would never say so to anyone, she was right, she did know a lot about the place.I’d tried to be nice to her, she could have been very helpful, I’d sorta hinted that maybe as the office grew- and it would – the linkages idea was just starting to kick off and we would be doing the back office work for some other manufacturers as a sort of agency affair- she would get a promotion. But she just wouldn’t stop bitching.
It all came to head one afternoon. I had been asked to call a meeting, I had to do the preparation; one of the senior managers would be making a presentation by video link later on but everyone was supposed to read information packs first so they could ask questions and interact. The company was going to be that sort of place from now on. Everyone was encouraged to have input. No one was too lowly. Everyone’s ideas and suggestions were welcomed. And already, my Mom told me, the cannery girls had put up ideas that had saved thousands. And one of the buyers had suggested a whole new line of product that was being trialled.
But Desiree wasn’t interested in that. I knew, just knew, from the moment I came into the meeting room that day I was in for trouble with that bitch. I had a pile of folders fro the presentation, I had the individual folders- and they were big 4 ring folders too, and I had some notepaper and the stuff to set up the speakers and so on for the two way communication. I was really struggling under all that load. I looked round. "Well girls you could help me carry some of this stuff."
I looked at Desiree, she was wearing a black skirt, a white blouse heels and stockings. Sh looked so much better then I did. She was slim, her long glossy brunette hair was pinned back She might have been a lot older but I knew she outclassed me in appearance. And she knew it too. She sneered at me “looks like you’re doing all right Jenn.”
Maggy, one of the new girls who had been employed to take care of the extra work stood up, she walked towards me “let me help you with some of that jenn”
“Thanks Maggy, that’s good of you” Then I made a mistake- I glared at Desiree and snapped “ I know better then to expect your help girl' I should never have said it, the way to make staff happy and co operative is to lead by example, to praise for good activities, not blame for bad. Good staff will appreciate what you do bad staff will leave in the end or the managers will see they are bad without you having to say anything.
Desiree muttered, loud enough for us all to hear “Well I have to do enough of your work as it is” And I have to admit in all fairness she was right, I did rely on her for help, for information. After all she had been with the company for ever, she knew the older buyers and sales reps she knew their territories and so she was able to organize support for the new hands, tell them where to stay who to visit and who not to visit, for though we were trying new things we had always dealt with the smaller chain stores and she knew the contact people there . Like I said earlier she would have made supervisor herself soon enough. Perhaps if I hadn’t had a bad day, perhaps if there were no people around I might have said something like that too her. But then I guess I am kidding myself, its not my nature to be conciliatory, to praise my rivals. No, I only do that to my pets- those who look up to me, those who know I am better, more powerful, stronger then them. I’d not do that to some girl who really could have taken my job.
And then I made my second mistake of the day, I snapped at Desiree “Who do you think you Desiree? Lazy girl that you are. Don’t back chat me . I’ve had a bad day and you don’t do a thing round here
Before Desiree could answer Maggy asked me where I wanted the papers, I think she was trying to cool the situation, I grasped at her words. I turned to her, “Thanks on the table please spread them out so we can all see one. Girls can you please take the folder with your name on it and lets get this meeting started please. We have 15 minutes before the video link starts.”
Desiree wasn’t in the mood for a meeting . She stepped up to me “You haven’t seen a bad day yet girl. You need to learn some manners. Just because you’re the supervisor doesn’t mean you can push us around.” The problem was she was right. I had blown it but there was no way I was going to admit it. I felt my cheeks flush red as Desiree continued, “ don’t mess with me.”
“Heck, mess with you, I don’t mess with you, you should clean your own mess up. Now just sit down and pay attention and you’ll learn something of the new set up.” Again I tried to get the meeting going “Each of you should find a folder with your name on it. Please take it.” Desiree took the pile of folders and threw them back at me.
I tried to regain control of the meeting. “What do you think you’re doing Desiree? Sit down pay attention and listen to me”
“Why should I, you have nothing important or interesting to say”
“You seem to forget its me who got promoted to supervisor not you Desiree so you do have to listen to me!” I had just about lost my temper but I made one last attempt to be tactful. “Now wait on a bit. I try to run this section as a team and as equals but don’t push me too far.”
Desiree stood up and stepped towards me. “Yeah I know. You may have gotten the job but you can't handle it.”
“Don’t push me bitch” I snapped. I had lost my self control now.
“You mean like this.” Desiree sneered. She took her hand and pushed back on my shoulder.
“Stuff you bitch, you’re for it now. Pushing her back with both hands on her shoulders, I made one last attempt at peace. “ I’ll forget about this if you just behave now!”
Desiree sneered again “Hey forget this Jenn” She slapped me hard across the face.
“Ouch! You bitch! arrh!” I groaned, my face stinging. I stepped forward seized Desiree’s blouse. Tugging her towards me I slapped at her face hard.
“You’re the bitch!” Desiree hissed as her blouse ripped open. She grabbed at my hair pulling it hard from side to side with both hands.
“Damn you slut ouch!” My head stung but in grabbing at my hair she had left herself open to a solid punch in the tits. And I took full advantage, delivering it hard with both hands. “I’ll teach you bitch.”
She grunted then lashed out, punching me in the stomach. I squealed at the pain, I took a step back but came back with a fist slammed at the older woman’s chin snapping her head back. She fell against the wall. I smiled, stepped up to the bitch and seized her shoulders. I was going to slam her into the wall again when she grabbed my own shoulders and slammed her knee into my thighs. The bitch had aimed at my crotch and almost hit there. I blocked it, without really meaning to, by shifting my leg as I tried to get a better position for the slam. “Fuck!” I wasn’t expecting such a foul blow, and even though I hadn’t taken the full force of what she intended I was in such pain I staggered back gasping.
Desiree took full advantage of the success of that low cheating move. She followed me, grabbed my blouse and slapped my face repeatedly. My head jerked with each slap. I squealed, I hissed with pain, I tried to recover and to trade some space for time but Desiree still held my hair tightly. She slammed her fist into my breast.
I squealed again, I had to show this slut I wasn’t a punching bag. I spat at her and raised my knee aiming it for her belly. I hoped to damage her enough to buy some time. It worked, she doubled over backing away a bit. I hoped she was hurt! I wasn’t able to follow any advantage I had, all I could do was stand trying to get my breath back.
Desiree stood, she too was trying to get her breath but she knew she was winning. She gloated “You had enough yet bitch?”
There was no way I could take that and still be supervisor here. I had to beat this bitch to have any cred at all. I glared back. “Oh no bitch you just say the word and we will know who the best woman is . All you have to do is just give up and walk out now.”
“Screw you Jenn” Desiree charged at me, grabbing my waist, backing me against the conference table, she rolled me back on it. We began to roll on it papers flying everywhere, as we pulled hair and slapped at each other. I tried to return her crotch blow but it missed. She slammed her fist into my side again and again as we rolled. The knee had failed, it was too ambitious when we were rolling around, I had to find something else and find it fast to stop this bitch beating me. I seized her hair and shoved it hard onto the table. She grunted but she didn’t move perhaps she was a little dazed. It was time for me to repay her.
I grabbed her head more firmly with my hands on her temples, I slammed her head again. This time she was clearly dazed, but she still had so much fight in her, she reached up grabbed one of my wrists and yanked it away from her head. I struggled to slam her head again, it was hard with only one hand.
Reaching down with her left hand she clawed my left breast deeply. I squealed with the pain, I felt my tit bleed and I rolled away, hurting even more. I got off the table, tired, my energy sapped, knowing this bitch had done much more to me then I had managed to do to her.
Desiree followed me in getting up then stood breathing hard. She seemed to be wondering how far I was going to go to win. And that was the attitude that only losers had. And I wasn’t a loser. No I was more determined then ever, knowing my job might depend on this job I seized her shoulders and slammed my body against her. Again I was thankful of those extra pounds. They might not make me look good but they are so useful in a fight. I tried to trip her up and push her back on the table again. It didn’t work, our legs tangled, she tore at my bra and tore off the rest of my blouse I tried again and this time I did slam her back on the table but the bitch came back with a hard punch to my now exposed breast. She almost got upright again. I grunted in pain and then pounded her belly with both of my fists.
I knew I was a mess, my breast was bleeding, my body ached, it screamed at me to stop and all my moves were slower and weaker now. I dared not give up, I would lose my job, if I hadn’t already lost it by fighting anyway. I hoped I could blame her for that, after all she started it. I pounded her belly again.. She made a wild punch but it connected heavily right in my chin, I reeled back dazed. She raised her foot and pushed it into my breasts pushing me back a few paces, I almost fell.
Desiree got off the table, she staggered to her feet. Perhaps, I thought, she was as weakened and as tired as I was. I hoped so. She stood there glaring as if thinking what she was going to do next. I couldn’t let her collect her thoughts like that. I swept forward as fast as I still could and raised my knee. I just wanted so much to take her out because if I didn’t in a minute or two she would take me. My knee it hit her in the gut! She staggered a pace or two then sank to the floor, perhaps she tripped, perhaps she was just too worn to continue. But whatever it was I had her now. I got down and straddled her. I bounced on her tummy squashing the air from her lungs. “Give in bitch give in!” I commanded.
Desiree “No I won’t” She continued to struggle.
I seized her head by the ears, I slammed her head down on the hard floor tiles. as i struggle underneath you. “Bitch you’ve had it. Give!”
She was dazed, barely conscious but she said the words I wanted to hear “I give Jenn. You win I give!”
I got up, “Maggy come help me I need to get to the washrooms. Someone turn the video on. We should have been online ages ago. Try to remember this is an office. Someone else please help Desiree.” I owed that much to her.
Maggy helped me from the room as someone else went to help Desiree.
