Office waiting times

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Waiting is a great source of inspiration and ideas.

Submitted: January 22, 2019

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Submitted: January 22, 2019

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Her boss was running late, which made the fact that she was going to be fired even more annoying. She knew it was only matter of time, as she scrapped the worn down blue rug with the bottom of her worn down shoe, if the incident with the fire hadn’t been the final action that had determined her future unemployment. The weird movements in management would have done it sooner or later, with new management people got fired, and the sales department had been underperforming for a while now.

A quiet thought had been nagging at the back of her mind for the last half hour or so. What if I were the boss of Mr. Elesson, what if instead of waiting in nervousness for what is to come when he arrives. The moment he came trough that door, I began reprimanding him in the way he usually does to his terrified workers.

She entertained that thought for a while, a mere distraction to her dreadful situation. But as those feelings tend to, it latched onto her. Changing it’s quiet demands for attention, to something with the discretion of someone barging into your room as looney as possible and yelling to you what you ought to do. You are still going to get fired either way, a little bit of fun might be the fuel you need for the few weeks to come, if anything you’ve earned it, you are the hardest worker around here and you know it.  She countered as best as she could “But I still need the recommendation letter”. He is not gonna give you one and you know it, he never does.

She managed to quiet such thoughts, when a coworker passed in front of the frosted glass of the conference room. Scaring her into thinking her boss had arrived. She remained silent, eyeing the clock and being grateful the nagging thoughts had stopped. At the same time she tried not to think about them much, in fear they could return. But in her silence, the nagging thoughts came back with even more strength. Honeyed words, the right ones that she hated to love to hear. What if you fired him instead.

A complicit smile crept upon her face, she delighted herself in the thought, not only of her misdemeanor but in the imaginary reaction of Mr. Elesson’s face, and the idea of invoking his wrath as she ran away from the office. Papers and documents raining like confetti, on a parade arranged just for her. Her coworkers cheering from the sidelines in their offices and cubicles, as she crossed the buildings doors, a finish line on her way to freedom.

That’s when she saw Mr. Elesson’s silhouette walking trough the corridor, and she wiped her smile from her face, feeling guilty as if she had already done something bad, being fearful of getting caught on the enjoyment of her crime.

He opened the door.

She stood up. Before he could utter a word, she spoke “Mr. Elesson do you know how unprofessional is arriving late to a meeting” He didn’t spoke. She couldn’t help the smile that crept over her face, if she was going to do it she was going all in. “Here at Valuarde Company we strive to present ourselves with 
the utmost presentation and quality, and such things can’t stand with a behavior like yours.” She sat down, and gestured towards the man to do the same. She started talking a bit faster, certain her boss was a few sentences aways from exploding in a fit of rage. She now wished she had asked her friends to film this, at least one good thing that could be taken away from this. She continued,  “This along with your poor performance working with others and the lack of appropriate behavior toward your coworkers are more than cause for the termination of your employment this company. Even more so with the recent budget cuts…” Yet she looked and him and she realized she couldn’t fire him, there was something different in her, she just didn’t felt like it was the right way to proceed. 

“But still Valuarde was funded with the principle of loyalty, both towards our customer and our employees. Consider this a call of attention Mr. Elesson. As for the budget cuts. I’ll be looking into a couple alternatives in handling the finances and performance of the sales department. Perhaps there will have to be some cuts in the base salary, but there will be a few implementations on the commission system. Allowing the company to keep all of it’s employees” Mr. Elesson opened his mouth to speak, but she was on a roll. “The employees will have to adapt to this new formats, because upper management wanted to close the department completely and dedicate their efforts to on site sales. However they have agreed on a two month trial. So you know what to do.” She was running out of words to say, she knew that if she stopped he would eventually explode. “That will be all Mr. Elesson”, she concluded while standing up and showing him towards the door. She opened it, not out of politeness but to give the audience that she was sure she had, a proper seat to the spectacle that was yet to come.

The man kept quiet, he stood up and walked towards her. She tensed up, “Thank you Ms. Blocharde, I’ll let the rest of the employees know” She stared at the man as he walked out. Her perplexity quickly became fear, why was he playing along? She ran as discretely as she could towards the office. Saw Mr. Elesson walk towards her desk and sit on her chair. Only to start working on the same thing she had been, before being summoned to the conference room. She crept closely towards him, yet her friend called her. “You didn’t went to hard on him did you?” She asked “I thought you were going to fire him” She stared at her friend in confusion, “Yeah I didn’t” she quickly reply without really thinking it thought. She turned around to look at Mr. Elesson’s office only to see that the golden plaque now read her full name, under the title of Sales Department Manager.

She entered the office, a photo of her children on her desk, and the drawings her kids had made taped into one of the upper drawers of the furniture. She looked around, her tan coat hanging on the coat rack. Turning the computer on her desk revealed a flowered wallpaper, the same one she had on her computer at home. She sat down on her office chair, comfortable and big, not unlike the trash she sat on, on what was now Mr. Elesson’s cubicle. She couldn’t understand what had happened, this had been an on the whim prank, how had this turned to be true. But she wasn’t fired, so she grabbed some papers and began to work, deciding not to question her good luck. 

On his crappy desk Mr. Elesson sat with rage consuming him from within, a small part of him aware of what had happened, but fading more and more by the moment. He picked up the phone and began dialing a number “I need to tell them that she remembered, that she’s taking them back “ he repeated under his breath, again and again as to keep that tough with him, but before the voice at the end of the receiver spoke he hung up. Not being able to figure out what had made him call the Vice-president of the company, or where he had learned that number, being that he was just a sales employee.

Weeks passed, and the sales department, under the supervision of Ms. Blocharde, not only survived but became again a vital part of the company. So was that, that she was invited to have a meeting with the General Manager of the company. She waited outside an elegant office. Herself elegant as well, wearing a new red suit, and being better than she had been while working as a underpaid staff member of the company. She was reading some important memos and as she waited she couldn’t help but notice a quiet thought beginning to nag at the back of her mind. After a moment her boss opened the office door.

She stood up. Before he could utter a word, she spoke.

=The End.=


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