Late For Work

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Late For Work

 

By: Mateo Harr

 

RING!!!

The irritating sound of my alarm fills the room, reminding me of my dreaded routine. Turning it off, I embrace the quiet and give my eyes permission to close for a moment, 

Opening my eyes, the clock mockingly informs me:  Late!

No!

Chaos follows as I put on my suit, flying coattails a goodbye in Sadie’s meowing face, protesting. Running to the train station, I feel as if I barely make it. The commute into New York is always a welcomed, yet short, intermission. Exiting into the grand terminal, I head onto 3rd Avenue. The foot traffic is much heavier. Stumbling through the crowd, my hat flies off of my head.. It didn't matter though. All that matters is  making it to work.

I scolded myself for not hailing a taxi. I made it, even if nearly 2 hours late. 

My boss was exasperated. I’d have to stay late and lose pay. Telemarketing for ten hours is draining. 

I think of my hat. It has no sentimental value but I miss it and pours as I walk out.

Rushing  home, realizing I forgot to feed Sadie, I run straight into the most homely old lady.

Helping her up, strangely, I begin to recount my day. She can interrupt anytime, but instead smiles warmly. After I finally finish, she holds out a hat. Realizing it’s mine, I gratefully return it to my head. “If you can tell a stranger about your day, I’d say they can do the same,” She says.

Listening to her day, my head warm from my hat, her day hadn’t been very eventful, but her point still stands. She reminds me to hurry home to my hungry cat, reassuring we’ll meet tomorrow.

The next day, her smile greets me. Meetings here become frequent and relieving. One day, she suggests I quit my job. “There’s no way,” I say“You complain everyday! It’s not even good money!”

Again, she has a point. So I do. My boss is mad but it no longer matters, and I find work as a waiter, and I’m happier. It’s a great job.Meeting a variety of people without practically scamming them, friendly colleagues and and having my station buddy to talk to every day  makes the pay cut worth it 

For the first time since taking my old job, I’m happy.


Submitted: May 09, 2020

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