Teresa Flores

what to expect. I went back to my work, waiting for five o’clock to get here so I could get home before what ever was going to happen happened. At least if I was home when it hit, I may have the next day off due to snow. "Johnson, Williams, Martinez," the foreman’s voice called from down stairs. "Get your asses down here." He bellowed. "What’s that fuck head want now?" I said under my breath as I closed the paint can and dunked my brush. I went down stairs just in front of Martinez, but no surprise, being the ass kisser that he was, Johnson was already down there looking at me with a "shame on you for taking too long" look on his smug puss. "I got a special job for you guys tomorrow," the foreman