Thursday, June 20, 2019

Story 294: Thank You for Interrupting


(In an office cubicle, Co-Worker 1 and Co-Worker 2 are seated at a desk and staring at the phone)
Co-Worker 1: I think you should call them.
Co-Worker 2: Me?  Why would you even think that’s a good idea?
Co-Worker 1: `Cause you have better telephone etiquette than I do.
Co-Worker 2: Ha!  You just don’t want to do it.
Co-Worker 1: That’s part of it.
Co-Worker 2: You’re the head of the project here; you should do it.
Co-Worker 1: Yeah, but I hate calling angry people who’re just going to get angrier with what I tell them.
Co-Worker 2: I guess, but you’re only reminding them to do their job so you’re, you know, in the right and all.
Co-Worker 1: Being right doesn’t matter if the person who’s wrong steamrolls all over you, several times.  Every single conversation I’ve had with them, they immediately start getting all “You’re not making any sense!” and “How dare you?!” and “Who do you think you are?!”, and most of the time I’m just asking for a status update.
Co-Worker 2: That behavior is all the typical signs of a slacker who just got caught.
Co-Worker 1: Oh definitely, but try telling that to my brain and nervous system during one of these bouts: about halfway through the call I suddenly start getting the shakes and I keep swallowing mid-sentence for no reason.  And it shows up in my voice so they can hear my agita over the phone and ramp up the attack another 10 notches!  I barely get to hang up with any of my dignity left.  (Stares at Co-Worker 2) I think you should call them.
Co-Worker 2: Not this again; and how’s that going to look if I call for you?
Co-Worker 1: Just say I’m out sick and all abuse will have to be deferred to another day or sent by e-mail – ooh, yes, tell them to send all abuse by e-mail and then we can really nail `em!
Co-Worker 2: (Pushes the phone over to Co-Worker 1) Just do it and be done with it; we can go to the breakroom afterwards and grab some candy, would that make you feel better, hm?
Co-Worker 1: No.  Having that after this will only make the candy taste worse.  (Picks up the receiver and slowly starts to dial, whining and squirming all the while)
Co-Worker 2: There, there; it’ll all be over soon.
(Co-Worker 3 sticks head into the cubicle)
Co-Worker 3: Excuse me, but – oh sorry, you’re on the phone.
Co-Worker 1: (Slams down the receiver and leaps out of the chair, knocking it over) Not at all!  What can we do for you?
Co-Worker 3: Uh, I just wanted to see if you could help me generate a report on the database, but I can come back later.
Co-Worker 1: (Grabs Co-Worker 3’s elbow and rushes both of them out of the cubicle) Nope-nope-nope-nope, we are doing this now, I will brook no arguments!
Co-Worker 2: (Still seated in the chair) Don’t worry about me; I’ll be right here.
(One hour later)
Co-Worker 1: (Chuckling to self while re-entering the cubicle, holding a cup of coffee, and sitting back on the now-upright chair.  Turns to Co-Worker 2) So, what’d I miss?
Co-Worker 2: I finished our semi-annual report.
Co-Worker 1: Oh, splendid, splendid.  And… any word on our… you know… other… issue?
Co-Worker 2: I didn’t call them, if that’s what you mean.
Co-Worker 1: Gaaah!  (Splashes coffee as the cup is slammed onto the desk)  Sorry.  Why not?
Co-Worker 2: Getting verbally slapped repeatedly is neither in my pay grade nor job description.
Co-Worker 1: It’s not in anyone’s job description, and yet here we all are.  (Stares at the phone, then begins to whine and squirm again)
Co-Worker 2: (Picks up the receiver) Would you like me to dial for you?
Co-Worker 1: I’ve got it!  Thanks.  (Slowly starts to dial, whining and squirming all the while)
(Co-Worker 3 sticks head into the cubicle)
Co-Worker 3: Hi, sorry to bother you again – oh sorry, you’re on the phone again –
Co-Worker 1: (Rips the phone out of the wall and throws it into the garbage can) Absolutely not!  What can we do for you?
Co-Worker 2: (In a low voice) Coward.
Co-Worker 1: (In a low voice) Dodger.
Co-Worker 3: Well, I wasn’t sure if you’d heard yet, but that jerk you’ve been dealing with on the software project?
Co-Worker 1: (Guilelessly) I don’t know who you mean.
Co-Worker 3: The one who reams everybody out for no reason and does zero work?
Co-Worker 1: Oh, I suppose.
Co-Worker 3: Well, they totally got fired just now.
Co-Workers 1 and 2: (Simultaneously stand) WHAT???
Co-Worker 3: Yeah, they started pulling their garbage thinking they were calling an administrative assistant, when actually it was a VP who picked up.
Co-Worker 2: No way!
Co-Worker 3: Oh yeah.  VP let them rant a bit, then dropped the bombshell, dropped the mic, and dropped the call to e-mail the jerk’s boss.  I wish I had been there, it sounded beautiful.
Co-Worker 1: Wow.
Co-Worker 3: I know, right?  Whelp, figured you guys would especially appreciate that – I’m going to continue spreading the cheer around the office.  (Leaves)
(Co-Workers 1 and 2 slowly sink into their chairs)
Co-Worker 1: Wow, wow, wow.
Co-Worker 2: D’accord.
Co-Worker 1: And I almost called them earlier.  And would’ve had to go through all that again, and it would’ve turned out to be for nothing.
Co-Worker 2: Thank goodness for interruptions, right?
Co-Worker 1: I’ll say.  Although – what do we do with the project now?  They were our only contact at that company, and it’ll probably take months until there’s a replacement.
Co-Worker 2: I think we can finally get some work done.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Story 293: You Start Growing Old When You Start Growing Cold


(In Friend 1’s apartment, Friend 2 is sitting on the living room couch and reading a book when Friend 1 enters, pulling on a sweatshirt)
Friend 2: What… are you doing?
Friend 1: (Stops in mid-pull) Eh?
Friend 2: (Points accusingly at the sweatshirt) Why are you putting on that?  It’s over 70° outside!
Friend 1: (Finishes adjusting attire) Yeah, well, it’s cooler inside than it is out.
Friend 2: Not really: it’s over 70° in here, too.  You really should turn your thermostat down, by the way – I saw earlier that it’s set for 85°.
Friend 1: I will turn it down when it is absolutely necessary to do so and not a second earlier, Earth-killer.  (Glances at the thermostat) Besides, I doubt it’s even 70° in here – this thing isn’t a smart thermostat, it’s just a stupid thermostat like the rest of the retro analogue tech scattered throughout the place.
Friend 2: Don’t let them hear you say that: you’ll be the first they turn on during the robot uprising.
Friend 1: I’m quite sure I will be.  (Sits in an armchair and pulls on slipper socks over regular socks on feet)
Friend 2: Oh come on – need me to make a bowl of chicken noodle soup for you too, while you’re at it?!
Friend 1: Ooh, that sounds lovely; would you?
Friend 2: Face it, pal: you’re getting old.
Friend 1: I fail to see the train of logic you boarded to reach that conclusion.
Friend 2: For starters, it’s almost July and you’re dressed like “Winter Is Coming”!
Friend 1: Well technically, we are still in Spring.
Friend 2: We haven’t had Spring in years!  We go straight from Winter to the Rainy Season to Summer!  (Walks to the window and opens it wide) Look at the grass out there, it’s already burning!
Friend 1: (Peers out, unconcernedly) Well, there are some very thoughtless dog walkers in this area.  (Wraps a fleece blanket around self and curls up in the chair)
Friend 2: What – what – what are you doing now?!
Friend 1: Getting comfortable.  Ooh, while you’re up, could you bring me my knit cap from the hall closet, please?
Friend 2: No I will not – you’re going to overheat and die!
Friend 1: Don’t be dramatic; I’m not a car.
Friend 2: (Flops back down on the couch) No, you’re just old.
Friend 1: Again with the “o” word.  And where is the evidence for your newfound hypothesis, hm?
Friend 2: It’s not new; I’ve been noticing it for years.  Every single person of advanced years I know is always freezing the hotter outside it gets.  I guess it’s some kind of core temperature body change we’re all doomed to get; our cells struggling to stay alive as everything breaks down or something.
Friend 1: (Chuckles while briskly rubbing hands together) Hate to burst your bubble, but your premise is flawed: I only just turned 35.  (Friend 2 stares at Friend 1) That’s not old!
Friend 2: In this society and time period, no; biologically, it’s the beginning of the end.
Friend 1: What?!
Friend 2: Think about it: our bodies stop growing by age 21 the latest; we reach our ultimate peak by early 30s the latest; it can only be downhill after that.
Friend 1: What?!
Friend 2: Haven’t you noticed your appetite lessening, your hair graying, your skin drying out, your muscles sagging?
Friend 1: Wha – wel – whe – that last one’s just because I’m a lazy oaf!
Friend 2: Yeah, and wrinkles are starting to show up around your eyes, and your hearing is getting worse, and you’re falling asleep earlier and earlier at night, even in the middle of a movie –
Friend 1: Hey!  I fall asleep because I have had a busy and exhausting day at work!
Friend 2: You work less now than you did in your 20s when you had two jobs and went to school full-time!
Friend 1: I had more motivation back then: it was before my epic failure at life.
Friend 2: Whatever; your memory’s gotten real bad, too.
Friend 1: Has not!  I remember everything about everything with perfect clarity!
Friend 2: OK: what temperature did I say your thermostat was set to earlier?
Friend 1: (Mouth opens and closes several times) Your memory’s bad!
Friend 2: Fine.
Friend 1: (Flings off blanket and walks across the room) And just because I feel a slight chill on a brisk Spring day does not translate into one of the myriad symptoms you’ve obviously been tracking on me to diagnose my supposed early-onset agedom!  (Starts lighting the fireplace)
Friend 2: (Walks over to Friend 1 and snatches away the lighter) You want to be incinerated in your own hot flash go right ahead, but you’re not taking me with you!  (Tosses the lighter onto the couch and picks up the book to leave)
Friend 1: (Snatches the lighter from the couch) Go, leave, revel in the Dog Days of Summer that you claim are going on out there!  I’ll be nice and cozy in here, I thank you.
Friend 2: (Opens the front door) I’ll call you from the beach!  (Leaves)
Friend 1: (Shakes head in disgust, lights fire, and goes back to curling up with the blanket in the chair.  Barely moves when the front door opens again)
Friend 2: (Not meeting Friend 1’s eyes) You got any gloves I could borrow?
Friend 1: (Opens a lamp table drawer and pulls out a pair) I thought you’d never ask.

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Story 292: Undercover Bargain Basement


            (In a mall department store fitting room area)
           Friend 1: (Emerging from one of the rooms in an ill-fitting frock, arms spread out wide to display the disaster; approaches Friend 2 who is seated in a comfy chair in the waiting area) Well????
            Friend 2: (Grimaces) Yeah, not any better than the others.  I actually think it’s a bit worse.
           Friend 1: Gaahh!  What good is a store-specific gift card if nothing in said store fits right?!  And the stuff that does fit is priced for rich people who never shop here!  (Removes dress, revealing regular clothes underneath, and flings it onto the floor in emphasis)  And the rest is made for super-tall people who also never shop here!
            Guy: (Has been seated in a comfy chair near Friend 2 the entire time and has not looked up from playing on his phone) Heh-heh-heh, no one ever goes to The Basement.
            Friend 1: (Pauses in disgust at interrupted tirade) Why would they?  Basements are creepy, and so was that laugh.
            Guy: (Finally looks up) Not a basement, The Basement.  (Friend 1 blinks blankly) The one here, on the lower level of the store.  (Blank blinking) It’s been there for about two years.  (Blank blinking) Seriously, you’ve never heard of it?!
            Friend 1: I think you’re making it up.
            Guy: There’re signs for it everywhere; look – (Points to a wall) there’s even one right next to your heard!
            Friend 1: (Turns to stare at a sign that reads “CHECK OUT EVEN MORE SAVINGS IN THE BASEMENT!  LOCATED IN THE LOWER LEVEL – USE THE ESCALATORS AND ELEVATORS IN ACCESSORIES”) Hmmmm….
            Guy: And there’s been at least 10 overhead announcements about it in the past hour.
            Friend 1: I’ve yet to hear one.
            Guy: There’s one literally going on right now!
            (Friend 1 tilts head)
            Overhead Announcement: …Basement, located in the lower level, for even more savings!
            Friend 1: Hmmmm….
            Guy: Marketing truly is a thankless job.
            Friend 2: I actually have noticed all that stuff –
            Friend 1: (Whirls on Friend 2) WHAT?!
            Friend 2: – but I figured there’d just be damage bins or racks of hideous rejects; you know, all the junk no one wants.
            Guy: (Leans back in reverie) Ah, that’s what everyone thinks, right up until the moment they go downstairs and experience the magic and wonder for themselves.
            Friend 1: What, knock-off brands?
           Guy: Hardly.  Think of it as a few steps above a dollar store: you’ll come out of there with bags and bags of pretty decent merch for literally a quarter of what you would’ve paid when they were up here.  Last year, I was able to replace my entire moth-eaten winter wardrobe in one trip to a single rack.
Friend 1: (Disbelievingly) No!
Guy: (Nods) A friend of mine once bought a bedroom set for 20 bucks because the style was out of season.
Friend 2: Whaaaaaaaaaaat????
Guy: And the pajamas are to die for.  The place is an oasis: it’s so beautiful, I could cry.
Friend 1: So what’s the catch – is there a cover charge?
Guy: No.
Friend 1: Secret password?
Guy: No, you just go downstairs.
Friend 1: But there must be booby traps or a maze to navigate or a riddle to solve, yes?
Guy: No, it’s just really really really cheap stuff!... That they want to get rid of and this is the best way to do it.
Friend 1: So if it’s such a paradise, what’re you doing up on this level at all, ever?
Guy: (Jerks head towards the fitting rooms) Serving out my sentence.
Friend 1: Oh, sorry.
Guy: Don’t be; it’s deserved.  (Returns to the phone)
(Friend 1 and Friend 2 stare at each other for a moment before Friend 1 gathers the dress from the floor and runs back to the fitting room to grab the other clothes left in there, and Friend 2 collects their bags)
Friend 2: (To Guy) Thanks for the advice – we’ll be heading there now.
Guy: (Looks up again) Ooh, could you do me a favor?  If I’m still here when you’re done, could you let me know if that all-inclusive grill set is still for sale?
Friend 2: (While Friend 1 continuously drops items from an overflowing pile) Sure – want us to ask them to hold it for you?
Guy: Nah, that just looks desperate.
Friend 1: (Throws entire pile of clothes at the reshelves rack, knocking it over; grabs Friend 2’s hand on the way out) Thanks a bunch – stay strong – we’ll write – byeeeeee!!
(In The Basement, Friend 1 and Friend 2 stand in the center of the floor with their eyes, mouths, and arms wide open)
Friend 2: There’s so much stuff
Friend 1: And the quality’s not bad –
Friend 2: And not all the styles are atrocious –
Friend 1: And everything’s so darn cheap
Friend 1 and Friend 2: SQUEEEEEE!!!
Basement Sales Associate: Hush, please: this is a sacred space.
Friend 1 and Friend 2: (Whisper) SQUEEEEEE!!!
Basement Sales Associate: (Smiles indulgently) It’s all right – off you go.
(Friend 1 and Friend 2 each grab a shopping cart and tear though the department picking up clothes, vacuum cleaners, table settings, snow shovels, air hockey tables, and everything else.  They wheel their overloaded carts to the cash registers and nearly topple them over as they snatch the impulse buys that are sitting alongside the register line, asking to be purchased)
Basement Cashier: (After taking 20 minutes to ring up every last item in Friend 1’s cart) That’ll be $14.10.
Friend 1: (Faints)
(Exiting from the elevator back onto the first floor, Friend 1 and Friend 2 slowly push their laden-down carts through the aisles of the store)
Friend 1: You know, I have a sneaking suspicion that out of all of these things, I really only needed one.
Friend 2: Oh yeah, most of mine are gifts so I don’t have to come back here at all during the holiday season.
Friend 1: Smart.
(As they pass the fitting room area they see Guy still seated in the comfy chair – he is surrounded by piles of bags and clothes, with only his head peeking out the top.  He spots the two and raises his eyebrows in inquiry)
Friend 2: Oh, oops – (Cups side of mouth to shout) Sorry dude!  Forgot to check for the grill!
Guy: Understandable!  (Sinks under the piles)
(Friend 1 and Friend 2 start pushing their carts again; they only advance a few feet before both carts collapse under the weight)
Friend 1: So… I guess we have to live here then?
Friend 2: That may have been the store’s diabolical plan all along.