California Happiness

"Oh great, would ya look at that Aaleigha, Mr. Gail coming around the bend again coming for us," Jersey takes a break from her snack and looks up to see her boss approaching

"Good, I can use some squeezin' myself Jersey," replies Aaleigha

"Don't you feel degraded when he grabs us like that?" asks Jersey

"Would ya rather a machine do it, I mean all of tha' force leaves a ring around the collar if ya know wha' I mean," replies Aaleigha

"Well, you know we all can't be like Ms. Guernsey over there," Jersey whispers to her friend as they chuckled about their fellow co-worker. "Look at her munching away and trying to look all pretty. God that fat ass heifer just makes me sick."

"Hey girl, maybe you need ta get a ways for a while," Aaleigha leans in closer to her co-worker, "you have been bitchin' about work too much y'know?"

"Ah you know, the stress of waking up early and getting felt up kind of does that to you," admits Jersey shamefully.

"Then why don' you jus' do somethin' about it," there is a hint of frustration in Aaleigha's voice who has heard enough complaining during their lunch breaks together.

"Well, why can't you Aaleigha?" Jersey's brow slants down and returns some of the frustration on her friend, "why don't you use some of that affirmative action or harassment stuff that got you this job in the first place?"

"Shu' up bitch," she pauses with a chuckle, "I didn't ge' this job because I'm Black and White, it's because I am one of them many Holsteins in California tha' can do this job so damn good girl. Besides," Aaleigha pauses again and rolls her eyes up to the roof of their dining area, "I ain't the one always complainin' abou' Mr. Gail, so you need to be the one to say somethin'."

"What can I do, it is my job Aaleigha? Do I really want my babies to starve without me?" A slight tear builds up in Jersey's eye.

"Oh, there's gotta be other Mr. Gail's out there," Aaleigha waves her head and ignores the repeating complaint.

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure they are just as friendly too," Jersey leans in closer to her friend and whispers again," the other girls talk about their previous places of employment and their sicko bosses. They'll grope you until the sun goes down and even try to get you pregnant, and when they find you no longer desirable, when we get too saggy and can't keep up production, they ship you off somewhere to never to be seen again."

"Ah, that's jus' called retirement girl!" Aaleigha reminds her.

"Ah, that is just why all of the other girls call you an idiot," Jersey doesn't appreciate being snubbed so she turns away from her friend.

"Shit, after all them times I stick my neck out with you at The Fence, this the way tha' you gonna treat me?" Aaleigha demands answers from her friend but Jersey is still stubborn and keeps her back to her.

"Sigh, I am sorry," Jersey gives up on her attitude and faces her friend with a hint of embarrassment and frustration on her face, "it is just that I have so much on my mind lately, especially since Ferdi left me and the kids."

"Well, ya always said, he had dreams of show biz in Spain right?" asks Aaleigha.

"Madrid actually," specifies Jersey," and I hope the bastard gets stabbed there."

"Simmer down now," and then Aaleigha recalls several other previous discussions and complaints from Jersey, "besides, I thought ya was in an abusive relationship with him anyways?"

"H- -he can't help it if he gets angry so easily and just sees red," Jersey reminds her with a slight hint of fear on her face.

"Sounds like ya making excuses girl," Aaleigha turns her head away from Jersey in frustration.

"Maybe I am," Jersey's thoughts trail off until she catches sight of Mr. Gail strutting over to them, "looks like Mr. Gail is coming for you first this morning."

Without even acknowledging their presence, Mr. Gail kneels down and gropes their most delicate of parts.

"Ooh his hands are so cold," Aaleigha whispers and shivers over to Jersey, and then a smile grows on her face, "but it feels so good!"

"I think you are a sicko Aaleigha," Jersey averts her eyes and is embarrassed of her co-worker's statement.

"Ooh c'mon, don't lie like ya don't like it bitch," Aaleigha's smile continues to grow and Jersey continues to look away.

"I . . .do not," Jersey slowly peers her head back over to catch Mr. Gail going to town on the girl, "it just feels degrading when he grabs me like that."

"Shit, I feel like I would jus' burst if I didn't get this every day, mmmmh. Hey guess what girl," she snaps out of her temporary ecstasy, "I finally understand Mr. Gail's slogan for our company."

"Oh, and what is that Aaleigha?" inquires Jersey.

"Happy cows do come from California," Aaleigha recalls the motto, "especially when he knows how to work your teets!"