Flash Fiction. I listened to this today, looked at the picture and just wrote the below. Enjoy.
Flash Fiction, this is a story I made up with the help of my mates complaining about work, music and of course my own insider info from my time served in the IFSC! Enjoy!!!
I lie to myself with Starbucks, “if you go to work today, I will reward you with a Starbucks,” I say. It had worked until I saw the office bin, cluttered with the cups. I smiled with surprise, expecting there to be some colour in the office. I share a smiley remake; it is met with a raised eyebrow and a deadpan look. I throw away my coffee and never go there again.
I do the work for two, my colleague is away. I sit at her desk and spend too long fixing her chair, moving the screen, putting books under the screen so it meets my eye level. Harsh words about missed deadline are ignored, water off a ducks back by now. She arrives back to work after lunch. She opted to “pop back for the afternoon,” like its fun here. “What’s up with my desk and chair?” she asks. Crap, now I will have to actually talk to her, we normally just exchange emails. Eye roll, clear throat and go to talk. I squawk, haven’t spoken since the “Metro paper man,” one word all day....a small “thanks.”
“Amm, yeah that was me, we are the same height, right? Well your set up needed to be changed, you need to sit up tall and make sure your eye line meets your pc.” She moves about in her seat, sits up taller than I have ever seen and says; “oh wow, my neck feels so much better now. If I had known about that year’s ago, I wouldn’t have arthritis.” I get awkward, I say “you are like young, how could you have that?”. She meekly smiles, “ it’s in my neck, might get early retirement form it, never knew it had to do with the way I sit at work...least that’s what the doctor said. Where were you 20 years ago, ha?”
“How could you not know, we have loads of courses on ergonomics here.” I demand. She shrugs, “I never had the time, deadlines had to be met, ah well sure...that’s life.” She rubs her neck and moves about in the seat and goes back into her work trance.
“Don’t worry,” I think to myself, “I can be bitter for the two of us.”
