Morning all. Ready for the morning prompt? I am not sure I am ready for the morning, but here we are. So we might as well wake up the brains to go with the already moving body. Seems like a good idea. So fifteen minutes on the timer and off we go.
Somehow in my head I thought this was going to be more violent. Glad it isn’t though. I also like the different angels this could go, story wise.
Tuesday, January 30th: She gripped the boxcutter.
She gripped the boxcutter. It was time. While the movers dropped off her boxes two weeks ago, she had been more or less living out of her suitcase since the move. She arrived at her new job thinking she would get to sign all of the preliminary papers and go through some sort of orientation. She planned to start unboxing in the evenings.
When she arrived, the office was in crisis mode. She filled in all of her new employee paperwork and then hit the ground running. IT set up her office computer while she was on the phone, files open on the desk already dealing with panicked clients.
She soothed, she assessed and she made plans at record speed, implementing them on the fly and adjusting as she went. The days were extended and she worked late each night, returning to her apartment only to strip out of her work clothes and pull on pajamas. She fell into bed like falling into a black hole. She was just glad she remerged in her own bed instead of an alternate universe when her morning alarm went off.
There was no time for anything but getting out of crisis mode. Her boxes arrived and they were pushed against the wall to allow a pathway from the door to the bedroom. Meals were grabbed from her car and given the distance from the nearest restaurants to her apartment, often consumed in the car as well. Since she still had pots and pans wrapped in towels filling her kitchen trash can, she put the empty wrappers in the complex dumpster before going up to her apartment to wash her hands.
But now the crisis was averted. All was smooth sailing at work and she had a full weekend ahead of her to actually unpack. As she used all of her available work clothes for this stretch of insanity, she knew that laundry as well as figuring out which boxes she held the rest of her clothes were priorities. When she moved there hadn’t been time to label the boxes. Her job ended abruptly when many of the upper echelons of the company ended up facing various charges. She was lucky to find a job right away, but the issue was they needed her right away. In less than twenty four hours she packed up, arranged someone to haul her boxes across the country, secured an apartment in a recommended building and boarded a plane.
It left her mind spinning. ‘Although I suspect walking into a crisis didn’t help.’
She took a deep breath. At least she knew her new office appreciated her performance. ‘And they will continue to appreciate it if I don’t stink when going into the office.’
She took her box cutter to the first of the boxes, slitting the packing tape. The sight of towels greeted her. Whiles she could use them in the bathroom, her main towel needing to go into the laundry with her work clothes, she knew that she used the towels to wrap breakables like dishes for the move.
Ten til Midnight 