He was very timid. This was his first attempt to find a job. Only sixteen years old and out of school for the summer, he really wanted something that was not too intimidating. He was hoping to make enough to finance a used car to drive to school.
He locked his bike and gathered his strength and determination walking to the door. He had rehearsed a few potential questions with his mom who worked in human resources at a retail store. The questions were mostly innocuous, but she warned him there could be some more personal ones asked that would be used to judge his character.
After, what seemed like an agonizingly long, four minutes, he was called into the office for his interview. The woman seated behind the desk was quite pleasant and had the ability to put him a little at ease. They discussed his potential job and his qualifications. Found out what his goals were and then she asked the question he was hoping for. “When can you start?”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – innocuous
She scanned the paperwork. This was important. She had to make sure she had done a thorough job of filling in all the answers; all the dotting her I’s and crossing her t’s. This was a big deal. If she could get this job, it would mean a world of change for her – travel, position, and a lot more cushion for bills and unexpected bills.
She walked through the doors to the receptionist and handed her the completed forms and her resume. The receptionist told her a decision would be made the end of the week. She could hardly wait.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – thorough
Gravy, the word conjures up comfort food in most people. But it sent me squealing tires, fast as can be back to the past. A word my ex used to use at least once a week. He worked for a printing company and would get big jobs that once they were set up were just “gravy” or super easy to run. I hadn’t thought of that term in years. Why did it drag me to the past today?
Last month was the anniversary of his death and this month is his birthday. Plus, you throw in holidays that are missing someone. And no matter what, in spite of the divorce, he was still a friend of mine. Someone I care about, never really stopped loving him but HATED what the bottle had done to him.
So, here I am in the past with all those old questions, worries and what ifs. It is a trap I fall into too often. When you are married to someone for 20 years it is hard to walk away. But I had to for my own peace of mind. The alcohol killed what was once so beautiful. The lies and self destruction were too much.
On a side note to gravy, I had been getting a little closer to caught up and then the holiday came. We had two Thanksgivings and I fell back to more than a week behind. BUT I will catch up hopefully before Christmas. I am ahead of schedule on my Christmas cards so I should only need one more day for that to be done. Bear with me. And I hope everyone has a great weekend! (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gravy
“Don’t undermine my authority,” she yelled at him. “You agreed last week she would not get a job and now you took her job hunting all weekend? Need I remind you I have full custody and can keep her from you.”
“Don’t threaten me. She made valid points and promised her schooling came first.” He continued, “I tried to call you, but it just went to voicemail. Were you out with HIM again?”
“Listen, I deserve to finally have a life, since you never took me anywhere.”
“Let’s not go to the past again. This is about Tina’s future and I know she is a good student and will pull back if work takes too much time.”
“You just want to make me look like the bad guy.”
“You do a good enough job of that yourself.”
The front door slammed and Tina said, “Just let me work, I’m so sick of listening to the two of you fight. Let me be the adult neither of you is being.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – undermine