Continuing The Night before the First Job
First Day at First Job
On her bed with closed eyes, Susan changed her side while wondering why has her alarm not screamed yet. She could have got up, but she chose not to deviate from her plan that she carefully designed in her dream. After all, it is a big day. She reminded herself not to let her excitement bite her, although it continued barking inside her head. She was determined to put on her best Corporate Attitude that she ironed the whole night, no matter what.
The alarm rang, barking went on, and nervousness shot. Amidst all this chaos, she managed to get ready by ten. Her muscles beneath her nice shirt snapped her anxiety, and her anxiety jumped in its fancy slippers. She tightened her entangled knot of hairy wisdom behind her brain. But why has she not received any mail or call till now? Dread clouded her as she feared that she is forgotten. Restless and baffled, she reached out for her mobile to call her manager but stopped. She didn’t want to appear as an impatient kid.
“I will wait for another half an hour, and then without any second thought, I’m going to call him.”
Two more half hours wore on, and she finally gave in. A quick call with her manager made things get started, and by lunchtime, her laptop was buzzing. A little more than 800 emails waved at her. Somewhere in them was buried the set of instructions for the first day.
“Come on, Susan. Sorting out emails is your fiefdom. It won’t take a lot of time.”
With her full focus on subject lines, she was startled by the beep sound that came from an instant messaging app. A message from her manager. It said welcome, but why did it end on a question mark? She read the last line out loud and slowly- “What do you do in your free time?”
“What kind of question is this? Is he trying to make things less formal? Or maybe things are not exactly as shown in movies. Anyway, it is a normal question. Don’t be nervous, Susan. Think something. What will a sensible, mature, and smart person reply?”
“Free time is free.” Send.
“Wait, why does it not look okay on my screen? It sounded perfect in my head.”
Before Susan could have finished her reasoning, there came another message- “Do you play any games?”
“What shall I reply now? Let alone play, I don’t even know the complete set of rules for any particular game. Does the office organize sports events? Does he need a good player for his team? I can answer anything, and as long as we have work from home (WFH), I don’t need to bother. I have got time, and I will learn it for sure. But what if he is asking about online games like PUBG or Among Us? I should better ask.”
Since he was okay with any game, Susan mentioned both in her semi-authentic message.
“I know a little bit of Volleyball. And I can play Ludo very well.” Send.
Again, it didn’t look that good on her screen as it seemed in her head, especially this Ludo part. The next question that followed proved that Susan had been screwing so far. Her manager was expecting something else. “Let me put it in this way, what is your hobby?”
“I love to write. I mean, I try writing poems and stories.” Send.
Her mind in a tug of war with her fingers finally succumbed to them.
“I have got a blog. Shall I share it?” Send.
Being a gentleman, he didn’t refuse. With few more messages and no more questions, the chat ended. She took a long break, the beauty of WFH.
Time is a badass player in every game. In the evening, she resumed her sorting task. An email resting in her inbox with her name in the subject smiled at her. With lightning speed, she clicked it open. It was a welcome email. She quickly scanned the email body, there was no mention of Ludo and her blog. There was only one line describing her interest. Sigh.
“Oh, that is why he was asking these questions. Thank God. He is indeed sweet and mature. I am highly grateful to him.”
Then her eyes fell on another welcome email with some other name in the subject. Curious to read, she opened it. Oh my, this new hire said that he enjoys competitive coding. Then things added up.
“What would my manager be thinking? Ludo versus Coding. Don’t say it is okay because it is not. Why on earth did I share my blog? I can’t delete it from his account, but I can change the address. But is it okay to do so?”
Does ‘i’ look like ‘1’? With a smirk on her face, Susan changed the ‘i’ in shooting to ‘1’. Shoot1ng now looks like shooting, a rocket ready to launch. And she can always say that she made a typo error.
Moral of the story- Susan is a complete basket case.
Nanopoblano 2020 – 4/10