A Missed Blessing
GraceI felt a strong nudge to go see her. . . however, pride stopped me.
"And you call yourself a Christian!” Freda muttered, shaking her head as I left the dental office – eighteen-years-old and just fired from my first job.
Freda was the boss’s wife, now. She had been one of his assistants, like me, but both she and he had divorced their spouses and married each other. Now, Freda’s job seemed to be to make all other dental assistants look bad in comparison.
I had been walking down the hall, massaging my aching back, when Freda caught me at it and demanded, “Are you pregnant?”
“No,” I answered, surprised at her question.
“Then what’s wrong with your back?”
Caught by surprise again, I sputtered, “I guess I just wish I was home.”
“Humph,” she said and walked away.
Before I knew what was happening, I was called into the boss’s office. I was inexperienced in the politics of a workplace, newly married and wishing I could stay home and play house.
“I hear you’re not happy working here,” the dentist said, as his wife glared at me. “Why?”
I didn’t know what to say. I did dislike working there for several reasons, but I was unprepared to explain them.
“Why?” Freda repeated.
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