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leave the room.
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I wrote a few
notes in my “Zen” journal and sighed. “I love my job....I love my job...”
Nope. Still not
working...
No matter how
many times I said it aloud, I still hated my job. With an undying passion.
I went through
another stack of proposal campaigns and tossed them all into my “No way in
hell” pile. My associates were really starting to annoy me. All their recent
ideas were more terrible than usual; it was like they weren’t even trying.
I started typing
yet another inspirational email to invigorate them, to inspire them to think of
something that didn’t suck, but an email flagged as “important” popped up on my
screen.
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F rom: Statham,
Jonathan
To: Gracen,
Claire
Subject:
Employee Relations
Date: January 8,
2013 2:30 PM
Miss Gracen,
I know you
rejected my earlier proposal, but there are a few things I would like to
discuss with you. Would you happen to have any free time this Friday evening?
Statham
Industries CEO,
Jonathan Statham
––––––––
F rom Gracen,
Claire
To: Statham,
Jonathan
Subject: Re:
Employee Relations
Date: January 8,
2013 2:35 PM
Mr. Statham,
Once 5:00 pm
arrives on Friday, I will have no desire to discuss anything related to Statham
Industries, especially since I am paid by the hour and overtime is strictly
forbidden. The next hour that I will be available to discuss these so called
“employee relations” will be Monday morning. At 8:00.
Please make an
appointment with my secretary,
Executive
Marketing Director,
Claire Gracen
––––––––
I hit send and
shut down my computer. I walked over to my wall calendar, sighing at the date
that was circled, and crossed off yesterday’s date with a red marker.
Four more days
‘til the big 4-0...
“Miss Gracen!”
Mr. Barnes rushed into my office. “Is there any chance you could run our latest
board up to the art department? The other directors and I have just been called
into an emergency strategy meeting with Mr. Statham.”
What! Why wasn’t
I called? Is he going to blackball my career because I turned him down? How
immature...
As if he’d read
my mind, he gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sure they’re not letting you
go...I’d put up a hell of a fight to get you to stay.”
“Thanks.” I
stood up and took the board from his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can’t use
this!”
“What? Why not?”
“Are you kidding
me? This is racist !”
“How so?”
I sighed. This
was yet another reason why I hated working here.
We were supposed
to be coming up with ways to market the new “ s Phone Blue” but my
department had missed the mark, once again: On the board was a picture of a
cotton field, but instead of cotton blooms growing atop the plants, there were s Phones.
There were slaves with baskets at their hips, smiling widely as they “picked”
the crop. At the bottom of the picture were the words: “Bring back the good old
days, the new s Phone Blue.”
“With all due
respect, Mr. Barnes, I’m not taking this shit up there. We need to come up with
something else.”
“Fine.” He
snatched the board back. “Well, at least go get the boards back from yesterday.
I’ll come get them from you after the emergency meeting.” He definitely
stressed the word ‘meeting’ to irk me since I wasn’t invited.
As soon as he
left my office, I headed for the elevators. I told myself that after I picked
up the artwork, I would take a second lunch break since the other directors
were more important than I was.
Five more years
and I can quit....Only five more years...
I boarded an
empty elevator and hit thirty, but it went down to the basement. Then it went
to level two. Then it went to level four.
I was about to
step off and try another elevator, but Jonathan Statham stepped on.
Every nerve in
my body ran wild. My heart started fluttering against my chest—I could
literally hear it, and tingles started
––––––––
I wrote a few
notes in my “Zen” journal and sighed. “I love my job....I love my job...”
Nope. Still not
working...
No matter how
many times I said it aloud, I still hated my job. With an undying passion.
I went through
another stack of proposal campaigns and tossed them all into my “No way in
hell” pile. My associates were really starting to annoy me. All their recent
ideas were more terrible than usual; it was like they weren’t even trying.
I started typing
yet another inspirational email to invigorate them, to inspire them to think of
something that didn’t suck, but an email flagged as “important” popped up on my
screen.
––––––––
F rom: Statham,
Jonathan
To: Gracen,
Claire
Subject:
Employee Relations
Date: January 8,
2013 2:30 PM
Miss Gracen,
I know you
rejected my earlier proposal, but there are a few things I would like to
discuss with you. Would you happen to have any free time this Friday evening?
Statham
Industries CEO,
Jonathan Statham
––––––––
F rom Gracen,
Claire
To: Statham,
Jonathan
Subject: Re:
Employee Relations
Date: January 8,
2013 2:35 PM
Mr. Statham,
Once 5:00 pm
arrives on Friday, I will have no desire to discuss anything related to Statham
Industries, especially since I am paid by the hour and overtime is strictly
forbidden. The next hour that I will be available to discuss these so called
“employee relations” will be Monday morning. At 8:00.
Please make an
appointment with my secretary,
Executive
Marketing Director,
Claire Gracen
––––––––
I hit send and
shut down my computer. I walked over to my wall calendar, sighing at the date
that was circled, and crossed off yesterday’s date with a red marker.
Four more days
‘til the big 4-0...
“Miss Gracen!”
Mr. Barnes rushed into my office. “Is there any chance you could run our latest
board up to the art department? The other directors and I have just been called
into an emergency strategy meeting with Mr. Statham.”
What! Why wasn’t
I called? Is he going to blackball my career because I turned him down? How
immature...
As if he’d read
my mind, he gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sure they’re not letting you
go...I’d put up a hell of a fight to get you to stay.”
“Thanks.” I
stood up and took the board from his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can’t use
this!”
“What? Why not?”
“Are you kidding
me? This is racist !”
“How so?”
I sighed. This
was yet another reason why I hated working here.
We were supposed
to be coming up with ways to market the new “ s Phone Blue” but my
department had missed the mark, once again: On the board was a picture of a
cotton field, but instead of cotton blooms growing atop the plants, there were s Phones.
There were slaves with baskets at their hips, smiling widely as they “picked”
the crop. At the bottom of the picture were the words: “Bring back the good old
days, the new s Phone Blue.”
“With all due
respect, Mr. Barnes, I’m not taking this shit up there. We need to come up with
something else.”
“Fine.” He
snatched the board back. “Well, at least go get the boards back from yesterday.
I’ll come get them from you after the emergency meeting.” He definitely
stressed the word ‘meeting’ to irk me since I wasn’t invited.
As soon as he
left my office, I headed for the elevators. I told myself that after I picked
up the artwork, I would take a second lunch break since the other directors
were more important than I was.
Five more years
and I can quit....Only five more years...
I boarded an
empty elevator and hit thirty, but it went down to the basement. Then it went
to level two. Then it went to level four.
I was about to
step off and try another elevator, but Jonathan Statham stepped on.
Every nerve in
my body ran wild. My heart started fluttering against my chest—I could
literally hear it, and tingles started
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