Posts Tagged ‘Office’
Nov
Musical Industry
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The human resources division of Bigelow Industries decided that, considering the low morale of the company, it would initiate a musical theater program in the workplace. What better way to enliven an often dreary office than by forcing everyone to dress in costume and sing show tunes?
The day went over so well with Mr. Kellerman, the new president, that it was decided every day would be musical theater day. The employes now spend every lunch hour rehearsing the song and dance numbers for the next day with a broadway-trained choreographer.
The depths of their humiliation truly had no end.
Oct
Marching Onward
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Joe toggled through the stations on Direct TV, waiting for something to catch his eye. He didn’t want to get caught up in another one of those History Channel documentaries. He needed something mindless after all the drama at the office.
For some reason the remote wasn’t responding very well and his frustrations began to mount. Whenever he had to call customer service, it was an endless menu of useless options. Maybe if he blew on the inside of the remote; that always worked with his Nintendo.
After changing the batteries, Joe happily returned to his slow march to death.
Dec
Mutiny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Stan dragged Selena by the elbow through the front door of the mansion house. They both knew something was wrong. There wasn’t anyone to be seen, not even a body, as if the house had been abandoned.
“Looks like we have a mutiny on our hands.” Stan slapped her across the face, but the sting was worth getting him to lower his mask of detachment. Stan forced her up to Richard’s office and locked her in the closet.
“I’ll come back for you later.”
Selena sat down on a stack of unread books and plotted her escape.
Part Ten
Aug
Forgoing Responsibility
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In the manner of all bloated bureaucracies, responsibility for the mistake was passed from desk to desk like a 12-year-old orphan moves through foster homes. Everyone knew it was a fireable offense and so the smart tactic was to duck under the nearest mound of paperwork whenever the department head glanced over. Eventually some new crisis would strike a floor or two above, and they’d all breathe a collective sigh of relief.
Of course that left Brenda on the hook again. As PR manager, it was her job to explain how a toaster oven had murdered a family of five.
Apr
You Will Make Someone’s Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had seemed such a pleasant, trivial fortune: “You will make someone’s day.” Who wouldn’t want to make someone’s day? Janet cheerfully left the restaurant, ready to get back to work.
The smile left her face when she was called into Mr. Babcock’s office. He was an absolute terror to work for, and in any other economy, Janet would have quit months ago. She fully expected another tongue lashing this afternoon.
Instead, Janet went running from the office, trying desperately to cover her tears. Mr. Babcock’s final words were ringing in her ears.
“Firing you has really made my day.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for April 6
Write a fortune cookie fortune. Now write a story about a person who receives this fortune and then sees the prediction actually fulfilled.
Jan
The Boss Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“The Boss Man is coming!”
The shout was uttered every morning–though later than was expected of the rest of them–tinctured with fear and disdain. They all hated the man, but there was no hope of escaping.
He was a modern day tyrant, controlling his domain as surely as Alexander controlled the Dardanelles. His employees learned quickly to fear him. Those who did not were generally shot in the head and left for dead on the sidewalk down below.
In this economy, no one dared to quit. Everyone acknowledged it was better to get executed than to risk unemployment.
Feb
Office Drone
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He adjusted his tie, making sure the knot was centered, and returned to his keyboard. He added a macro to the spreadsheet.
He stood up, and took a lap around his desk. Maybe if he took off his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders, stretching out his arms, then returned to his keyboard. He double checked all the numbers for the third time.
His pants were starting to bunch up. He stood up to straighten out his pleats, and returned to his keyboard. He’d be finished with the spreadsheet in another hour. Maybe he’d have time to fit in some minesweeper.