Misery Loves Company

“How People Treat You Is Their Kharma, How You React Is Yours” – Wayne Dyer

Sheree Dumas loved three things most of all in life. The first was jelly donuts. It didn’t really matter what kind of filling was inside, just so long as they were fresh and heavily laden with icing sugar.

The second thing she loved was being the president of her union. It enabled her to regularly take a couple of days off per week with pay to take care of important union matters, which usually meant hanging out at the donut shop, looking over a few papers. However, the best thing about being the president was the job security.

The third thing she loved was her job. When she was in court, she could distort the facts and lie so well that even she was in awe of her own prowess. As she was leaving the courtroom she often felt like she had just given an Oscar winning performance.

When it came to her clients, Sheree loved to see them squirm. Most of the idiots had no idea what the rules were, so she could make many of them up as she went along. She could also virtually provoke them with impunity because her supervisor would always backed her up.

Very few of her clients could afford a good lawyer, so they usually had to settle for a legal aid lawyer, and very few of those ever got involved in the interactions between the social workers and their clients because all they cared about was the money.

Sheree’s home life was sheer misery. Her husband usually worked late and came home too tired to do anything except lie on the couch watching sports for the rest of the night. They never talked anymore. They never did anything anymore.

Sheree wondered if he was having an affair but if he was, she really didn’t want to know about it. After seventeen years and four kids together it was too late to find someone else. Besides, she was comfortable with him. The sex was non-existent, but so what? She had her jelly donuts.

Her kids however, frustrated her immeasurably. She had to constantly nag them to do their homework. They didn’t seem to have any respect for her at all. Unlike her clients who were forced to respect her, or pay the price.

Sheree escaped her miserable home life through her work. It was a totally different world there because she was in control – she was the boss.

She loved provoking the parents because they had to watch their mouth or get written up. She would watch them squirm in their seat, their face turning red with their furrowed brow telling the tale of their inner turmoil.

To Sheree Dumas, misery loved company, and occasionally when some loser snapped and dared to raise their voice to her, she savored those moments. They were just as sweet as biting into a fresh jelly donut.

She would stay calm, then with a knowing smirk, she’d pull out her black book and write them up. She had them – checkmate loser.

Their body posture would change when they realized that they had just blown it. Now they were back to square one. Then she would tell them that because of their little outburst, they now had to take an anger management course.

In protest they’d tell her that the only reason they got mad was because she provoked them. Then with a huge grin, she would tell them that it was part of her job to provoke and lie to them.  Besides, if they couldn’t stay calm with her then how could they be expected to stay calm with their children?

Then they would sit there quietly for a while until they saw the method to her madness, and they started apologizing profusely, but it was too late.

Sheree had always wanted to be a police officer. If they didn’t get respect then they could beat it out of you. And she couldn’t recall all the times that she wished she could have handcuffed one of her clients and then taken a billy club to them.

But when she found out that the police had weight restrictions, and that exercise was part of the training to become a police officer – her career as a cop ended before it began.

Even as a child Sheree was overweight. The other kids always laughed and made fun of her in gym class. Children could be so cruel, which was part of the reason that she hated the whiny little brats that came under her jurisdiction so much. Plus, they were always crying and blaming everything on their parents.

But one thing she did like about children was that they were even more naive than their parents. She could tell them almost anything and they would believe her. It was amazing to her how malleable their minds were.

Sheree considered herself to be the master of false dream syndrome, taking enormous pride in the fact that she had personally manipulated more than fifty children into testifying in court to things that never actually happened.

She knew when the parents were innocent, but that didn’t matter. If they were stupid enough to get themselves into a predicament like that then they deserved to rot in hell.

Sitting down with a fresh box of donuts, Sheree thought about how much she loved jelly donuts. The feel of the fresh pastry as she bit into it. The way the fruit filling exploded into her mouth – it was ecstasy.

She could always tell what kind of filling would be inside just by smelling it. First, the pungent aroma would fill her nostrils. Then she would lick some of the icing sugar off of it, playing with the donut – teasing it – nibbling around the outside. Then when she couldn’t take it anymore, she’d clamp down on it as it exploded in her mouth.

This is Chapter 3 of Bound To Change: Imagine The Possibilities an original book by Herb Norcott.

© 2018, Herb Norcott. All rights reserved.

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