Flash Fiction |
The New Job “So glad you stopped in!” Dad said, “How’s the new job working out.” “That’s what I came over to tell you!” Ted said. “It’s been a week now, I wanted you to settle in before I gave you the third degree. I loved it there, but the company has changed since I retired.” “Right.” “So, you’re in message delivery, right? You must have had to learn a lot of names, and the layout of the buildings...” “Yeah, it was a whirlwind!” “What do you think of the people? I know there’ve been changes since I left.” “Yeah, I wanted to ask you if Dennis worked there when you were there, he seems newish, but also seems to have a lot of clout.” “Oh, he’d just started when I retired. I never really got to know him. I heard he moved up in the company pretty fast.” “Yeah, VP now.” “Wow. Well anyway your job?” “So, delivering messages all day, always moving around, I got the lay of the land early.” “I’m impressed, and how do you like it?” “Well the first few days I wasn’t fond of it, but then I got a couple deliveries that changed things.” “Changed things?” “Yes, and actually I don’t deliver messages anymore. As of Friday.” “You quit?!?” “No, I got a new job.” “Huh?” “I had to deliver a few messages to Dennis, some from Ronda, in sales? And one of them was not sealed and it fell out of the envelope just as I got in his office. It was from Ronda… pretty hot stuff!” “You read it?!” “It fell out, up. I’m a pretty fast reader, it wasn’t intentional!” “And?” “And as of last Friday, I’m Dennis’s personal assistant!” “What?” “And I got a hefty raise!” “That’s my boy!” |