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Mockery – Friday Fictioneers

Yay!  It’s Wednesday!  Time to get those brain cells fired up and come up with a story for this week’s prompt by Gail Marie Stratford.  Must admit, I had no idea where I was going though I did see the shadow first… 😉

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©Marie Gail Stratford

Genre:  Sort of Fiction

Word count:  100

Mockery

I sat in my office, gazing at the city below.

How did I get here?  I never had plans to be an office drone.  It started with a week-end receptionist job at my dad’s office.  Making money was so cool.   I could buy myself stuff.  Way better than going to school!

The more I did this work, the better I became, the more I earned.  Ended up doing it for over 3o years.  I loathed it.

Hah! Even the shadow on the building flipped me the bird, mocking me.

I took it as a sign to quit, to change paths.

97 thoughts on “Mockery – Friday Fictioneers

  1. We’re both freelancers in our household. It’s precarious but decidedly better than being office drones, even though we do breathe each other’s air sometimes. We’ve both had secure jobs in the past, but there’s no such thing as a secure job these days — in fact, 30 years in the same job is becoming increasingly rare in the UK, as I’m sure it is elsewhere, too.

  2. Hee-hee-hee! Love that shadow flipping the bird line! Too good. I have been at my job 20 years as of January and I feel the same way. Time for other things. Wonderful stuff, Dale! Five file cabinets. 😀

  3. You’ve struck a nerve with this one! After 31 years of teaching I’m taking a (hopefully permanent) break this summer – we all need a change sometimes. Great title by the way.

  4. That’s perfect. I didn’t notice the shadow on the other building. When the city flips you off, yep, time to move to the country and do something else.

      • I admit I’m embarrassed by my failure to catch that image, not sure what I would’ve done with it. 🙂
        The first thought that popped into my mind was leaping tall buildings in a single bound, which I twisted into reverse (don’t know if you caught that line). I also noticed part of the picture was pale, like someone had scraped the sky with a putty knife.

  5. I didn’t see the shadow, saw that bright spot in the sky and the many, err, tall and towering buildings (obviously my mind is dirtier than yours). Great story. I’ve been 18 years in the same job now and don’t regret it. I like my job. Before that, I always had to look for funding, always on two or three year contracts… not my cup of tea. 🙂

  6. Many folks have to be office drones in order to eat but they indulge with blogs and such on the side to explore their creative side. I’m sure you have come across such souls 🙂

  7. Nice catch on the shadow. I didn’t even notice it until you mentioned it.

    Too many people let themselves end up unhappy because they don’t work toward a better goal. Now if I could just convince my ds of that.

  8. Ah, yes. I bet many have gone this path and before you know it, their lives are almost over. I like the bird at the end Nice touch. I hope she finds happiness. Great story, Dale.

  9. Great observation! I totally missed the shadow of “the bird.” And I thought your descriptions of being in a boring job were spot on. I think it is more common than people like to believe. There is no utopia when it comes to work. That’s why it’s call work. However, I applaud anyone to takes a risk to do something different. Change is good. Nice take on the prompt. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles

  10. So sad that it took her so long to make a change. I could relate so strongly with her – i rushed into the 9-5 workforce too young, also, but fortunately I changed direction and returned to school before the big dark finger pointed at me in mockery. Fantastic title and story, and I’m so glad she’s seen the light at last. It’s never too late.

    • Thank you, Margaret. She changed jobs often, trying to change but was just exchanging four quarters for a dollar in the end. One starts thinking that’s all one is good at! No, it is never too late!

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