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need to show ya. Can ya find
yer way back?”
“I think I can handle it, yes.
Thank you.”
He looked at me like I had an eye
falling out of my head, and then turned his pot belly around and walked away.
Well…alright then.
I made my way back to the kitchen
for caffeinated fuel.
As I was pouring coffee into my
cup, someone walked in and stood behind me. I finished up by snagging a couple
packets of sugar, which were right next to the coffee machine. No powered
creamer. You would think a company this nice would have some freaking powered
creamer.
“You new?”
I glanced over my shoulder. He was
older than me, probably in his forties, with sandy blond hair and leathery
skin.
“Yeah,” I responded with a half
grin.
“Thought so. Everyone looks for the
creamer the first time around.” He gave a good-natured laugh. “It’s in the
fridge.”
“The fridge?”
“Yeah. It’s that big, white block
that stays cold, even in summer.” He nodded his head toward the far wall.
“Oohh, that’s what they call it!” I
laughed as I made my way, opened it up and real creamer! Like, the kind that
needs to be kept cold so it doesn’t spoil. So much better than the powdered
crap.
“Yeah, this company takes care of
us," he continued. "You work hard, hit your goals and all the rest,
and they keep you happy. And it seems to work for them, because even when the
economy takes a downturn this company still makes money. Never cheat the
farmers, either. They are straight up. Once someone is hired, they don’t quit
if they can help it, or do everything they can not to get fired. There are a
few idiots, but mostly people stay here for a long time.”
Was I dreaming? I landed a good job
right after college. Maybe it had something to do with being over-qualified and
willing to go to the bible belt from a liberal oasis. Who cares? Hopefully I
could work my way up here.
“Where you from?” he asked as he
filled his cup.
“ L.A. ”
“Oh whoa, a California girl, eh? Hot dang. Why would you want to leave California ?
Everyone here wants to get out to Cali --isn’t
that what you call it? Cali ?”
Bit of a chatter, this one.
“Once upon a time that was the ‘in’
name, yeah. A little passé now.” I threw him my winning smile to tell him I was
being an ass on purpose.
He responded with a slack face.
Maybe my ‘winning’ smile was a California thing. It didn’t seem to work in Texas .
Maybe a toothy grin was a better way to go.
I had to work on it.
He blinked, a dreamy smile creeping
up his face. Then he started laughing. I edged from the room.
“Oh right, passé!” he exclaimed.
“Ha ha. Yeah, I am just a country kid, what do I know about the land of movie
stars? Ha ha. Well, I am from Austin .
The city, you know. But we are still country kids at heart!”
“Anyway,” I said, “I should get
back. I have to get settled then start training.”
“Oh sure, yeah. What are you doing,
anyway?”
“Some sort of Accounting. Entry
level, but I just finished college so I took what I could get!”
“Oh yeah. Got to! Fer sure, right?
Fer sure, doood! California !
Surfer girls! Ha ha. Anyway, see ya ‘round alright? Ha ha ha ha!” He was
shaking his head as I moved away.
What did they put in the coffee
here?
Back at my computer, I setup my
email with the post-it noting my sign-on, then looked around. I could hear some
phone conversations and see a tall, tree-like plant in front of a robust woman
across the cube from me. She was putting something away at the back of her
cube; otherwise I would only see her in profile.
She had some crazy large hair. It
was a teased, dyed blond mass on the top of her head, held there with lots of
Aqua-net. Her outdated pant-suit squeezed overly large br**sts until they were
trying to bust out the top. It wasn’t doing wonders for her waist, either. She
looked like a homemade sausage, all lumpy in weird places.
Unfortunately, it was at the time I
noticed her boobs that she
yer way back?”
“I think I can handle it, yes.
Thank you.”
He looked at me like I had an eye
falling out of my head, and then turned his pot belly around and walked away.
Well…alright then.
I made my way back to the kitchen
for caffeinated fuel.
As I was pouring coffee into my
cup, someone walked in and stood behind me. I finished up by snagging a couple
packets of sugar, which were right next to the coffee machine. No powered
creamer. You would think a company this nice would have some freaking powered
creamer.
“You new?”
I glanced over my shoulder. He was
older than me, probably in his forties, with sandy blond hair and leathery
skin.
“Yeah,” I responded with a half
grin.
“Thought so. Everyone looks for the
creamer the first time around.” He gave a good-natured laugh. “It’s in the
fridge.”
“The fridge?”
“Yeah. It’s that big, white block
that stays cold, even in summer.” He nodded his head toward the far wall.
“Oohh, that’s what they call it!” I
laughed as I made my way, opened it up and real creamer! Like, the kind that
needs to be kept cold so it doesn’t spoil. So much better than the powdered
crap.
“Yeah, this company takes care of
us," he continued. "You work hard, hit your goals and all the rest,
and they keep you happy. And it seems to work for them, because even when the
economy takes a downturn this company still makes money. Never cheat the
farmers, either. They are straight up. Once someone is hired, they don’t quit
if they can help it, or do everything they can not to get fired. There are a
few idiots, but mostly people stay here for a long time.”
Was I dreaming? I landed a good job
right after college. Maybe it had something to do with being over-qualified and
willing to go to the bible belt from a liberal oasis. Who cares? Hopefully I
could work my way up here.
“Where you from?” he asked as he
filled his cup.
“ L.A. ”
“Oh whoa, a California girl, eh? Hot dang. Why would you want to leave California ?
Everyone here wants to get out to Cali --isn’t
that what you call it? Cali ?”
Bit of a chatter, this one.
“Once upon a time that was the ‘in’
name, yeah. A little passé now.” I threw him my winning smile to tell him I was
being an ass on purpose.
He responded with a slack face.
Maybe my ‘winning’ smile was a California thing. It didn’t seem to work in Texas .
Maybe a toothy grin was a better way to go.
I had to work on it.
He blinked, a dreamy smile creeping
up his face. Then he started laughing. I edged from the room.
“Oh right, passé!” he exclaimed.
“Ha ha. Yeah, I am just a country kid, what do I know about the land of movie
stars? Ha ha. Well, I am from Austin .
The city, you know. But we are still country kids at heart!”
“Anyway,” I said, “I should get
back. I have to get settled then start training.”
“Oh sure, yeah. What are you doing,
anyway?”
“Some sort of Accounting. Entry
level, but I just finished college so I took what I could get!”
“Oh yeah. Got to! Fer sure, right?
Fer sure, doood! California !
Surfer girls! Ha ha. Anyway, see ya ‘round alright? Ha ha ha ha!” He was
shaking his head as I moved away.
What did they put in the coffee
here?
Back at my computer, I setup my
email with the post-it noting my sign-on, then looked around. I could hear some
phone conversations and see a tall, tree-like plant in front of a robust woman
across the cube from me. She was putting something away at the back of her
cube; otherwise I would only see her in profile.
She had some crazy large hair. It
was a teased, dyed blond mass on the top of her head, held there with lots of
Aqua-net. Her outdated pant-suit squeezed overly large br**sts until they were
trying to bust out the top. It wasn’t doing wonders for her waist, either. She
looked like a homemade sausage, all lumpy in weird places.
Unfortunately, it was at the time I
noticed her boobs that she
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