Kim sat down at her desk, another report due by the end of the day and she was just thinking about a quick lunch, but now there would be no time. This was a long report the boss wanted typed up and printed for the shareholders meeting later this week. She had to format a few graphs to enter into the report and make it representative of the company.
As she was finalizing the last pie graph on the report. Someone tapped her shoulder and she jumped in her chair. She quickly swung around preparing to tell that person to announce themselves. “When you come up to…” she didn’t have a chance to finish it when her boss asked her about the report. “I am just about done sir.”
“I need it emailed to me no later than 4:30 so I have time to approve it. If changes are necessary, you will need to update it before you leave unfortunately.”
Kim felt her blood pressure rising and her anger creeping up on her. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she had not had lunch, so she knew she was just hangry. Nothing to do about it now. She returned to finish her work. She typed on the keys until she finally used the mouse button to send it to her boss. Nothing to do but sit back and wait now.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hangry
He finished talking and I debated what to say. He’d been on a long tirade and I agreed with most of it, but I didn’t want to hear more. I simply said, “I know what you mean.”
Derrick had been ranting about changes at work. How the company was pushing out the old timers and hiring part-timers. I agree. I’ve been here more than ten years and it happens every winter. I wanted to tell Derrick to keep his head down and do his work, but he is always so vocal. I honestly don’t think he will last the week.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tirade
Another day of rain. This was the seventh day in a row that saw grey clouds and at least some small amount of rain. There were flood warmings everywhere in the area and Judy dreaded going to work. She worked for a farming company and their office of course was in the country. A gravel road to get there and a parking lot that had turned into a quagmire of mud and rock.
As Judy went to get into her car, she opened her umbrella and sprinted jumping over puddles along the way. She reached her car and tried to shake off some of the water before she brought her umbrella in. Just then her phone rang. It was her boss calling her. “Yeah Jeff, what’s up?
Jeff responded, “Did I catch you before you left for work?”
“Barely, I was just getting ready to start my car.”
“Don’t. There is no way we are going to have more than two or three farmers in the office today with the floods threatening. So, why don’t you take a personal day and avoid the mud today.”
“That is music to my ears Jeff, thanks!”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – quagmire
This is a tough one. There were good things and bad things about every job I have had. As a kid my sister and I made money shoveling the walks for two different retired woman who each lived alone. And when the holidays were over an elderly couple across the street would leave to visit family out of town and we shoveled their sidewalk while they were gone – and it was a LONG corner lot sidewalk.
Then as I gathered more independence, I ventured into two normal kid’s jobs – babysitting and a newspaper route. My mom put an end to that after a couple of boys from Iowa were kidnapped doing their paper routes.
I concentrated on grades and a small social life in high school. Then after the first and only year of college I went to work for a local restaurant nights. I later on picked up a second job at a fast food joint. That didn’t last long. So, I decided to try retail and became a cashier. I worked at the store and restaurant for about 7 years. Then left the restaurant after I had my daughter. This was so I could be with my daughter nights while working days… my husband taking opposite shifts, so we didn’t need a lot of babysitting time.
For a shot time I did some grain book-keeping for an elevator, it was basically a data entry job. That was a nice job as it was in my in-law’s basement helping my mother-in-law. But flooding and a sale of the elevator to the Coop made that job obsolete.
So, going with longevity I would say my cashier job was the best at 20 years. Like any job though it wasn’t the same in the end. Management changed several times and the importance of the front end was swept under the carpet so to speak. Then I got sick and the lack of compassion from those I had worked many years with left me with a very bad taste in my mouth.
Thank you and have a nice day!
Even thought the end was rough I still loved being a cashier on most days. I had regular customers and friends that made the job enjoyable. If I ever find that miracle cure, I would consider returning. But I don’t see that happening any time soon.
Tom came into the kitchen where Mary was fixing dinner. “Big new at work. JoAnn is up for the vice presidency. There have been whispers about it all day.”
“Why is that? Do they think a woman can’t handle it? Or is it more of she doesn’t have a fair chance at it?”
“No this is monumental for us. This is not some arbitrary shot at victory, if she gets this promotion it will mean big changes in the company. And I’d venture to say it is about time for most of them.”
“Well then I hope she gets it.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – arbitrary
Shutters were just barely hanging on by the windows. Ivy and weeds concealed almost half of the house. Inside the house was covered in a layer of dust thick enough to write your name in. The lackluster paint was peeling off the walls. It looked like years of neglect had taken a toll on this house. But even in this condition she could see so much more. There was under all that dust a beautiful hard wood floor. Paint can easily be replaced, and soap and water should do the rest. It would take work, but this was now home,
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) –lackluster