“Here’s how the world works. I don’t owe you money. I just… currently have your money in my possession.” Dennis said to the other guy on the line.
I chuckled and thought, ‘that would be a really good line for a story’.
Dennis cut the call and resumed to his computer. He was a rather tall man, though, it wasn’t obvious when he sat. He kept a thin moustache, a freshly cut goatee with his hair cropped to a buzz cut and, in his suit, he looked like the man.
Dennis worked in the branding department of a local insurance company and his job was stressful. Having to come up with new ideas to sell the company’s product wasn’t easy trying to overcome the cliché’s while constrained to the rules of what was considered ‘proper‘ business. It was at times tedious.
A few clicks of the keyboard and a swift movement of the mouse and Dennis found himself staring at the inbox of the local e-mail server.
“Shit!” he cursed, “I forgot to create the content calendar for next week”.
He continued as he stared back and forth between me and the mail titled ‘URGENT!!!’ in big block red letters. It was from his Line Manager.
“Boss is going to have my head” he continued.
I gave him a quick shrug with the ‘I don’t know’ expression on my face followed by the ‘you are definitely screwed’ expression. I definitely wasn’t helpful. I continued on my laptop, Dennis oblivious to me chronicling his day.
He opened the top drawer of the stack that resided underneath his desk and picked out a light stack of A4 sheets. Upon inspection, he got up and walked across the room to his Line Manager. Returning with a smaller stack of ID card sized sheets.
“So, apparently, we have to redo these”
Denis spoke, pointing the the stack of paper ID cards made for temporary use by the company drivers momentarily neglecting fact that the card printer was temporarily broken.
“What’s wrong with them?” I asked picking up one of the sheets to study it.
“Boss said the pictures are too small. Gotta resize all 20 of them.”
“Wow! You’ve definitely got your work cut out for you.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m putting you in charge of it.” He slides the stack over to me.
The expression on my face is pure agony. I give a mock shout whisper…
“Noooooookay. Sure!” I finally submit after a second of restraint.
“What, it’s not like you’re busy or anything.” He turns to catch a glimpse of my laptop screen just as I slam the screen SHUT!.
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