Morning all. I don’t know about you but I woke up in a good mood today. I also woke up with the A-team theme song running through my head and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe the reason will appear later in the day. For now, on with the morning prompt. Stretch those fingers, grab the writing implement of your choice and set those timers for fifteen minutes, because off we go.
I think this could be a fun scenario to play around with. It is something that I would need to figure out the dynamics and personalities for before I start writing. This is one I think that would end up with a far greater backstory than what actually made it onto the page, just so I can figure the characters out.
Tuesday, February 7th: Can you work with me?
“Can you work with me?” She asked after all of the introductions were made and they were left alone in the workroom. Somehow no matter how many different ways she pictured her first day at Addison, Inc going, running into Owen during her orientation tour was not on her list.
She hadn’t seen Owen in years. They dated for a little while and he broke up with her right before prom, going instead with the head cheerleader. She hadn’t been that invested in the relationship. It was fun, but she didn’t think it would last past graduation. She was just shocked by the breakup and how quickly Owen moved on.
However after the breakup he avoided her, often in very dramatic ways as though he was worried she would make a scene. Amy found that more hurtful than the actual break up. Older now she was sure he enjoyed the drama of having a distraught ex. Here however they would be working in the same area. Their jobs didn’t overlap but they would be passing each other frequently.
“As long as you finally got over me,” he said. “If you don’t behave like a stalker than I can give it a try.”
“Great,” she said. “I’ll stay out of your way and you can stay out of mine.”
He gave a snort and muttered something she thought was probably derisive. It was too mumbled to identify and she decided it was better to pretend she didn’t hear. Amy left Owen to his work and moved to her new office space. She received friendly greetings from the others as she settled.
“Orientation packet?” one of the other women said looking over the cubicle wall. As they only served as walls for people sitting down it wasn’t much of a feat for her to stand up and look over.
“It is,” Amy said.
The woman shook her head. “I swear they kill more trees than any company I have ever worked for,” she said. “By the time I finished my packet I was sick to death of my own name. It’s Marcy by the way.”
“Amy,” she replied.
“We usually go out for happy hour on Fridays if you are interested,” she said. “Consider yourself invited and now I will let you get on with the packet.”
“Thanks,” Amy said.
Marcy had not been kidding about the packet. In addition to her official employment file page with her basic info of name address, and person to contact in emergency, there were insurance forms, separate for medical and dental, as well as a thick employee handbook where every few pages she had to initial to prove she read it. Amy slowly worked through the paperwork and as Marcy predicted was tired of her own name and initials by the time she finished. However as she closed the folder her supervisor, Warren walked over. He had one of the IT folks along with a cert filled with what she assumed would be her desktop.
“How did I time it on the paperwork?” He asked.
Ten til Midnight 