“Let’s
start on this end of the table, Dan with the plan! Where are we at with the
Indonesian accounts? When can we expect to ….”
Jack sits there counting how many people it will be before
his boss gets to him. Do not confuse Jack for the slacker type. He is one who
works for the ‘man’ and earns his pay. However, things have been falling out of
favor for him recently. With all the good intentions and hard work he puts in,
it just never seems to be sufficient enough to avoid what is about to take
place.
“No, no,
no! That was not what we discussed in that meeting!”
Jack is now only three people away from his turn. He
looks around the room in an attempt to find a quick exit. He remembered that the conference room they are in is only
three floors below where a maintenance room is located which contains a roof
access ladder. He then starts to speculate if 56 floors would be a quick and painless way to die.
Jack was never one for pain. He loosens his tie. The bad news will have to be
borne. He is next.
“There
is a discrepancy with this date! What? Wrong! Why are you crying? Just fix it!
Here, here look at the calendar year and explain your thought...”
His hands start to perspire while they lay flat on the table
with his eyes closed. This is it, goodbye. Suddenly his left pocket starts to
vibrate. He peels his head from off the
table and reaches into his pocket only to find that his cell phone has a missed
call. It is his wife, Emily. He sends her a message,
Jack:
Sorry babe, I’m getting burned right now. I will have to call you back, that is
if I make it out alive.
Emily:
WE WON!!!!
Jack:
What? What do you mean?
Emily:
BABE WE WON THE LOTTERY!!!
Jack: I’m
in no mood for jokes! I will call you back! I love you.
Emily: $93,000,000
IS NO JOKE!!!! IT’S ON THE NEWS!!! YOU FREAKIN GENIUS YOUR NUMBERS DID IT!!! GET
HOME NOW!!! Oh and uh I love you too ;)
He sits frozen in his chair for a moment lost in his
thoughts. Jack is right now a millionaire. He doesn’t even know how to react.
His excitement hasn’t quite started just yet.
“Jack
who doesn’t know jack! Maybe if you didn’t text your girlfriend all the time,
you could actually get something done! Why did you
have the Malaysian shipment scheduled for –”
With that Jack stands up and starts singing an old show
tune he heard growing up. His arms are wide open. He pushes his chair back and
jumps on the large conference table and proceeds to waltz. He reaches down
for his reports and tosses them up and basks in the showering
debris.
“JACK!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? GET DOWN FROM THERE!!! ARE YOU INSANE?? SECURITY!! COME
QUICK!! I KNEW WE SHOULD'VE HAD YOU DRUG TESTED!”
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