"This chica has an attitude problem," Stephen said to himself, shaking his head at his latest interaction with Orellana "Lana" Cortes, the feisty, big-bottomed Guatemalan cleaning lady with the attitude problem. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why this chick always acted funny around him. If he ran into her alone in the hallways at work, she would nod or say hello, but if her Latino coworkers were around, she either ignored him or acted uncomfortable in his presence. Seriously, what the fuck?
Stephen had been working as a security guard in the World Issues Canada building for a few months now, and so far, it wasn't such a wonderful life. Even for a government building located in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, World Issues Canada is a stuffy place. The government workers, a lily-white crowd, often looked at Stephen as though he were an alien or something. The other security guards, led by some grumpy old white dudes, weren't exactly friendly to Stephen either.
A recent graduate of Algonquin College, Stephen hoped to enroll in the MBA program at the University of Ottawa. In the meantime, the ambitious Haitian brother was working hard to pay the bills and save up some money to continue his education. The only snag is that Stephen's first semi permanent gig as a security guard is in a building that's seriously fucked up. How could there be so many bad apples under one damned roof?
"Make it quick," Lana told Stephen when he went to the washroom located on the cafeteria level, trying to take a piss after doing outdoor patrols for over an hour. Lana stood there, hands on her hips, pushing a cleaning cart. As usual, Lana wore a long-sleeved and tight fitting black shirt, Yoga pants and sneakers, with her long dark hair flowing down her shoulders. The brown-eyed, bronze-skinned Guatemalan gal was quite cute, but when she saw Stephen, she flashed him her trademark scowl.
"I only need a minute," Stephen said with a grin as he rushed into the men's washroom. He had time to see Lana roll her eyes, but did not notice how she looked him up and down as he went inside. El negro has a nice butt, Lana thought, allowing herself a faint smile. She remembered how, early during his time at World Issues Canada, Stephen would to holler at her in Spanish, when her Latino coworkers Santino and Josue weren't around, of course.
Five minutes later, Stephen exited the washroom, and must have zipped up in a hurry, for his security uniform shirt was poking out of his dark cargo pants. Lana looked Stephen up and down and couldn't help noticing that. Stephen followed Lana's gaze and noticed his egregious and comical oversight. Stephen smiled sheepishly and tucked his shirt back in before zipping up. He thought of something cool to say, couldn't come up with anything and high-tailed it out of there.
"Why am I attracted to pendejos?" Lana wondered aloud, after Stephen took off across the cafeteria, presumably to return to the security office. From the moment Lana first spotted Stephen, she thought the big and tall, handsome and dark-skinned brother with the Afro-Caribbean swagger was one fine specimen of man. Lana has always had a thing for darker-skinned men, and doesn't hide her preferences. While Lana expected Stephen to be a strong and manly man who would sweep her off her feet, he turned out to be a socially awkward nerd. The fates certainly know how to play tricks on a chica...
"How was your break?" said Theodore, the short, bald-headed security guard who was one of a few people in the building whom Stephen could actually stand. The young black man grinned, and then told his colleague about his latest run-in with Lana, the feisty Guatemalan cleaning lady who always had a bone to pick with him. The gal wants him and even a visually impaired person could see it, Theodore thought as Stephen regaled him with the tale of his latest misadventure.
"Big ass female with an attitude problem, story of my life," Stephen said aloud, lamenting the state of the affairs in his private life. He thought about the Nigerian gal whom he'd been seeing in months past. That didn't work out. Stephen had a brief tryst with Mouna, the big-booty, Hijab-wearing Arab female security guard from the overnight shift. Thanks to Mouna's machinations with Malia, the female supervisor from the overnight shift, Stephen had to vacate said shift and return to the monotonous morning shift. Isn't life grand?
