Thursday, April 9, 2020

Story 336: Best Staycation EVER!


            (At home, Employee is wearing pajamas and stretched out on the bed, with a laptop, phone, and snacks within easy reach)
            Employee: (Scrolling through work e-mail) Sweet, no one expects me to answer these things in two seconds anymore; I could get used to this.  (Phone rings; Employee checks the caller ID and answers with a slight frown) Hey Boss, since Corporate won’t issue me a phone this call is eating up my minutes, what’s up?
            Manager: Yeah, so, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now we’ve not done so well this past quarter –
            Employee: No kidding, but at least our misery has global company this time, know-what-I-mean?
            Manager: …Right, so, I spoke with H.R. and they said you need to take a two-week vacation.  Starting now.
            Employee: (Sits up suddenly, disturbing potato chips) What?!  I’ve been saving those hours for Miami in the fall!
            Manager: Yeah, well, you may have all the hours in the fall if you don’t take your vacation now, know what I mean?
            Employee: Oh.  But the fall?
            Manager: Worry about the fall when it’s the fall – even after the two weeks you might have to be furloughed just so there’s still a company after all this is over.
           Employee: I guess – but Boss, hardly anything around here’s open, what am I gonna do for two-plus weeks?
           Manager: Don’t know and don’t care, just do your part and stay home!  And hopefully see you on the other side.
            Employee: What?  (Hears the call disconnect; stares at the phone, then at the laptop as the work e-mail access is cut off) Hm.  Indefinite vacation, nowhere to go, and nothing to do.  (Stares at the computer, then smiles evilly while flexing hands) Do my part, eh?  Golden age of technology, here I come.
            (An hour later, a masked food delivery worker arrives at Employee’s condo door, knocks, and sets down the bag just as Employee opens the door, still wearing pajamas and a bare face)
            Employee: Howdy!
            Food Delivery Worker: Ah!  You already paid!  (Flees)
          Employee: (Picks up the bag while staring at the fleeing figure) Must be new on the job.  (Returns indoors and dumps the bag and its contents just everywhere)
          (An hour later, a masked mail carrier arrives and sets down a package just as Employee opens the door, still wearing pajamas and a bare face)
            Employee: Howdy!
          Mail Carrier: Dude, wait till I’m gone, you all never leave me alone on a good day!  (Flees; barking dogs follow) Oh come on!
            Employee: (Picks up the package) Guess I’d be grumpy too if I had go through snow, rain, heat, and gloom of night.   (Returns indoors and dumps the box and its contents just everywhere) At last, I can finally watch the entire series in all its glory.  Again.  (Pulls out a DVD sleeve) Ew, not Season 1, though – that was garbage.  (Tosses it aside and brings the rest of the collection to the living room while rubbing eyes)
            (An hour later, Employee arrives at a video game store and is sprayed with disinfectant from head-to-toe by the hazmat-suited employee at the entrance)
            Video Game Store Employee: (Muffled voice) What do you want?
            Employee: (Spitting out disinfectant) And good day to you, too – (Holds out a disc in a case) I finished this and want a new one.
          Video Game Store Employee: (Grabs the case with a pair of tongs, tosses it over the front counter, then uses a separate pair of tongs to grab a random case and tosses it into Employee’s hands) Here – we’ll charge it to your account, now get out!
            Employee: (Turns over the case) But I don’t know anything about this one – can I test it out?  (Gestures with the case at the demo station, which is covered in caution tape)
            Video Game Store Employee: I wouldn’t.
            (On the way home, Employee detours onto the parkway)
            Employee: (Driving close to 100 mph with all the windows down) Woo-hoo!  Outta my way, slowpokes – oh that’s right, THERE’S NO ONE ELSE HERE!  (Reaches 100 mph) This is THE LIFE!  This is FREEDOM!  WHEEEEEE!!!! (Hears sirens and sees flashing lights in the rearview mirror) Oh, they’re still on the roads.
            (Several hours later, Employee waits in the condo development’s parking lot as a tow truck bearing a brand new car arrives)
            Employee: Yesssss!  Just the color I wanted and everything.  (Shouts to the masked driver) You can drop it into this spot here – my old car’s in impound, so they can keep it!  (As the driver lowers the car into the spot, Employee sees a masked neighbor out walking the dog) Howdy!  (Neighbor and dog stop to stare at the spectacle, Neighbor with furrowed eyebrows.  Employee chuckles and makes a show of pulling T-shirt over nose and mouth; immediately drops it after Neighbor and dog move on)
            Tow Truck Driver: (Unchaining new car) Be out of your way in a minute.
            Employee: No worries – I’ve got all the time in the world.  (Holds out some bills when the job is done)
           Tow Truck Driver: I don’t want your filthy money!  (Runs into the tow truck and speeds away)
            Employee: Hm.  Seems no one wants to get paid lately.
            (Later that night, Employee is playing the new video game)
           Employee: Ugh, these boss battles are the worst!  Knew they should’ve let me test it out, those wimps.  (The power suddenly cuts out as the entire development moans in unison) Great, now what am I gonna do?!  (There is a knock on the door) Ooh, pizza’s here!
(Within an hour, the power is restored)
Employee: (Sitting on the couch, texting on the phone when the lights suddenly blaze back on) Whew, thought we had an actual crisis there for a bit.  (Tries to start the video game on the TV again but sees that the modem now is damaged from a power surge) Oh no, another disaster!  When will this madness end?!  (Works on the phone while muttering) I’ll just hop on next door’s foolishly unsecure Wi-Fi and we’ll be back in business….
            (An hour later, a drone gently beats against Employee’s window; Employee opens it and takes a box from the drone)
            Drone: (Computer voice) Do not touch me.  (Flies away)
            Employee: Wow, they’re making those things smarter and smarter by the day.  That’s what we all should be worried about.

THE FOLLOWING WEEK

            (Employee wanders around the condo wearing ratty pajamas and messy hair while talking on the phone)
            Employee: …I don’t see what everyone’s complaining about – I’m having the time of my life, and I’m getting paid for it!  (Dumps the contents of a cereal box into mouth) Yeah, I know it’s just for now, but that’s next week’s problem…. Why should I?  It’s raining all the time, and you can get almost anything you want delivered.  I don’t even have to go to the grocery store – I just have them deliver whenever I run out of something.... Yeah, I could combine it into one big order, but when I run out I need it now `cause it’s important!  Besides, it’s job security for them, right?  I’m just doing my part like everyone keeps telling me to, right?  (There is a knock on the door) Speaking of which, sounds like my chocolate chip cookies are finally here, bye!  (Disconnects the call and opens the door; a box with a note is on the ground) So rude.  (Returns indoors, dumps the box and the contents just everywhere, and immediately begins eating the cookies while reading the note) …You guys can’t cut off home delivery for me, I’m your best customer!  And I only order four times a day, what’s the big deal?!  (Crumples up the note and tosses it onto the floor) Oh well, plenty of stores to move on to.  (Flops onto the couch, turns on the TV, eats more cookies, and sighs contentedly) Aaaaahhhh, I so love being on vacation and saving the world at the same time.  Those old timers were right: giving really is better than receiving.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Story 335: Professional High School Student


            (In a high school guidance counselor’s office)
            Guidance Counselor: (Reviewing a college’s application requirements on its Web site) Don’t know whether they’re expecting too much from our youth or our youth expect too little from themselves – almost makes one long for a dictatorship so we can focus our disappointment on that instead.  (There is a knock on the door) Yeah, come in.
            Administrative Assistant: (Peeks head into the room) Hi – your 1:00 is here.
          Guidance Counselor: (Hurriedly looks at watch) Already?  Well, this day is just lost – send `em in.  (The door opens wider to let in a student as Guidance Counselor stands) Hi!  Thanks for meeting with me today – please sit down.
           Student: (Sits at the same time as Guidance Counselor) Thanks for scheduling this after my lunch period – especially today, I hope it means I don’t have to make up the debate that’s going on right now.
            Guidance Counselor: Yes, about that –
            Student: Oh no, am I failing Debate?!
            Guidance Counselor: Quite frankly, yes.  But I think you knew that already.
            Student: This is the first I’m hearing about it!  I can’t believe this!
            Guidance Counselor: …You see, I would empathize, if this was the first time you were failing Debate.  But it isn’t: you already have failed it.  Five times, as a matter of fact.
            Student: Oh.  Has it been five times?  I don’t remember stuff like that.
          Guidance Counselor: Or much else, apparently.  (Drops several bursting file folders onto the desk) My predecessor gave me the heads-up before retirement that you have yet to pass a single course in your senior year.
            Student: Aw gee, that’s too bad.
            Guidance Counselor: It certainly is, since you’ve been in the 12th grade for the past 10 years.
            Student: Ooh, you mean I hit a decade?  Sweet.
          Guidance Counselor: I’m frankly flabbergasted that you weren’t forcibly graduated after the second year of this, just to get you out of here – you know you’re now older that several of your teachers, yes?
            Student: Age means nothing to me; I still treat them with the same respect as I do any of my tenured elders.
            Guidance Counselor: That’s admirable of you, but missing the point: you shouldn’t be here anymore.
            Student: Why not?  Clearly I still don’t have a good grasp of the material.
          Guidance Counselor: And yet you’ve never requested after-school help, or gotten a private tutor, or even picked easier electives!
            Student: If it’s easy, then how will I learn anything?
        Guidance Counselor (Opens a smaller file folder) What baffles me in the whole situation is this: (Hands the folder to Student) This one folder encompasses your records from Grades 9 to 11 at this school.  (Student slowly turns the pages in the folder) Three whole years!  And you were doing just fine!  Not brilliant, but at least passing!
            Student: Amazing.
            Guidance Counselor: That’s not the word for it!
           Student: No, I mean it’s amazing that all this is still on paper – doesn’t everything have to be entered into a database by now?
           Guidance Counselor: Don’t get me started on that.  (Snatches back the folder) Now.  (Holds up the folder in one hand and slams the other hand onto the piles of bursting file folders) Care to explain?
            Student: I should think it explains itself: I’m a bad student.
         Guidance Counselor: No!  (Slams the smaller file folder down onto the desk and points at Student) No, no, no!  You clearly were not a bad student up until the end of your junior year, your home life is decent, the students in all the grades love you, I snooped around and saw that nothing horrifically horrible has happened to you, and you’re in almost every extracurricular activity we have going on here, so this – (Slams hand again on the bursting file folders) is deliberate!
            Student; You snooped on me?!
           Guidance Counselor: Don’t deflect on a moral/legal point – why are you continually failing the 12th grade on purpose?!
            Student: (Slumps in the chair in defeat and sighs dramatically) Because I don’t want it to end.
            Guidance Counselor: How’s that?
          Student: I know what’s coming, all right?  The pointless struggle, the escalating stress, the regrets, the feeling that you’re never good enough, the imposter syndrome when you actually are good enough, and the neverending fear of failure, if you’re lucky; the actual feeling of failure for pretty much everyone else.
            Guidance Counselor: You’re failing now!
            Student: Yeah, but that’s on my terms.
          Guidance Counselor: So, what, you’re afraid to go on to college?  You have other options, you know.
            Student: It’s not that – it’s this.  (Waves arms around the room)
            Guidance Counselor: You’re afraid of school?
           Student: No-no, I love school.  That’s the problem: I love the routine, going to class, hanging out with my friends, working on projects, playing sports, going to competitions, feeling like I’m somebody here.  But once we graduate, it’s all over.  Everyone scatters to the four winds to start their adult lives, few of us are ever going to see each other again, and the time is never as special as it was here.  Well, I refuse to join the ranks of the eternally disappointed, you hear me?!  So, I’m staying here forever instead.
            Guidance Counselor: But your classmates graduate every year, so you’re still never going to see them again.
            Student: Not every year: I figured out the third time around that if I make closer friends with them as freshmen, I get all four years outta them as if we were in the same grade.
            Guidance Counselor: I feel for you, I really do, but you can’t live like this.
           Student: Why not?  My parents actually like me staying at home, I have an after-school job that pays the bills, the only one this is hurting is the school’s stats, but I’m just one student out of hundreds of thousands so really, who cares?
            Guidance Counselor: But you can’t be happy flunking for the rest of your life!
            Student: It’s actually gotten to be kind of fun, so your argument’s fallacious.
            Guidance Counselor: Aha!  So you should be passing Debate after all!
          Student: (Shrugs) Eh: take the same class for six years, you’re bound to pick up something.
         Guidance Counselor: (Types on the computer) I’m entering a recommendation that you be graduated at the end of this year due to time served.
            Student: (Sits up) WHAT?!
          Guidance Counselor: I also need a full-time assistant, since the student size has doubled since you originally started your career here – if you take courses in school counseling, you can stay here and work with students for the rest of your days, and never ever have to leave.
            Student: (Slumps again) I guess I should’ve known the dream had to end one day – that’s life for you.
            Guidance Counselor: See?  And you didn’t even have to graduate to experience that.