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” That’s it! I quit! You can take your job and shove it up your you-know-where!”

I slammed the door so hard the walls shook and stomped out of  Paul’s office. I knew the whole floor was staring but I kept my eyes straight. I barely managed to grab my handbag from my desk before heading for the lift.

I tell you, I need my head examined because I desperately need this job. Well, maybe not this job but a job! I have just bought a flat in the new development on the outskirts of the city. The only way I could afford to get on the property ladder was by taking advantage of the deals the property company was offering.

I barely managed to scrape together my 5%. It took all of my paltry savings and the goodwill of friends and family to make it up. Now here I was, walking out of my only source of income. How on earth am I going to pay the mortgage? And all the other bills?

I bet you’re wondering what made me angry enough to walk out on my job? Well, I hope you’ve got time; it’s a long story. I’ll try to tell you the story from the very beginning.

I work as a taste and development assistant. That’s just a big title for ‘food taster’. That’s it, you did hear me right, f-o-o-d t-a-s-t-e-r. It’s not like it was in the  old days where the food taster had to taste the food of royalty and important people first to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. These days the job entails making sure the taste, consistency and texture are right and meet the company standards.

Food tasting is not exactly your average, run-of-the-mill  job but I studied nutrition and food science at university and wound up specialising in it.  I enjoy what I do and the pay is not bad and neither are the prospects. If I make it to manager, the perks would be the icing on the cake.

My company makes seasonal chocolates.  Perfect for a chocoholic like me but terrible for my hips. I do a lot of market research to find out what is selling and it is my job to come up with ideas for chocolates for different occasions like Easter, Christmas etc. It’s a good company and they try to treat the employees well unfortunately my manager, Paul Simmons, didn’t read that memo.

It’s like his sole purpose for existing on planet earth is to frustrate my every effort. I’m pretty good at my job; if I do say so myself but he just can’t seem to find good in anything I do. He constantly puts me down in meetings and shoots holes in my ideas and suggestions. Luckily for me, he doesn’t have the final say in the way things are decided so some of my ideas do still get taken on board. As irritating and unprofessional as I find his behaviour, it’s been extremely difficult to report him to his superiors. He is very sly. He is all sugar and sweetness with his superiors and even manages to find a way to make his put-downs appear positive. I don’t know how he does it but he gets me every single time.

Anyway we have this project coming up in a couple of month’s time and my team had been tasked with coming up with proposals for making chocolates to commemorate the royal wedding. There are five of us in team headed by Paul. Susan has worked for the company the longest, even longer than Paul, but her extremely laid-back-almost-horizontal attitude has seen to her being bypassed for promotion a few times.

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I thought it would be fun, if you (my readers) and I wrote the story together. So go ahead and add a paragraph or two as a comment and let’s see where the story ends. I will collate and put all the entries together once we reach some sort of ending and acknowledge everyone who participates.

Enjoy the writing.

Tara for now.

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8 thoughts on “

  1. Suggestions for a title are welcome too.

  2. Susan never did anything to rock the boat. It was obvious she was sitting through the twilight years of her career, waiting patiently for retirement. I had tried to mentor her on a few occasions, but I gave up, as the futility of the exercise became apparent. The office grapevine rumours that she was not always this docile, but no-one has ever been able to find out what really happened. With Susan on the team, I knew I was guaranteed dedication and loyalty.

    I also knew I had to look else where for creativity and spontaneity. That’s where Young Bradlley comes in.

    Yound Bradley is not really young. He’s in his mid-thirties, but looks 10 years younger – hence my nickname ‘Young Bradley’. We hear his mother used to act on Broadway and his father, a retired Bank Manager. Ladies are constantly fawning over him, but Bradley is too career-driven to let office romances distract him. Bradley joined the company 2 years ago with glowing references from top industry big-wigs. He is on a management fast-track programme and likely to head his own team within the next 9 months.

  3. What a challenging but fun exercise, Wordsmythe! FYI, there’s a typo or two. Apologies!

  4. Oh…this looks like something to bookmark. I would have loved to take part but my brain is fried right now, 🙂 Let me think on it, will be back.

  5. Nice Excercise. But methinks it would be more fun for me to be entertained with this one, than have my brain do some work…(my lazy alter-ego talking).

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