Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. In this excerpt taken from my story, Daryl’s boss, Jackson, shows up at the station wearing yet another ugly tie!
“…As Jackson turns around to walk out of Susan’s booth holding this impressive pile of commendations, she looks at me with satisfaction and gives me this reassuring “I’ve got your back” kind of wink. Jackson’s face was so red when he left, there is probably still a glowing trail in the hallway leading to his office. Or was he simply being choked by the particularly ugly tie he chose to wear for us today. Just this once, I’m going to allow myself to be mean and root for the latter.
Another heartbeat skipped, courtesy of my cell phone. I better get used to this thing vibrating or ringing if for no other reason than to avoid going into cardiac arrest whenever it does. This time, it vibrates to alert me of a text from Chuck, a man nearly fifteen years older than I am and probably ahead of me technologically by an even greater margin.
“Listened to your show all night Daryl. Way to raise your profile and deprive me of sleep! Second pictures were sent last night via courier so get ready for a crazy ride. So proud I’ll be a part of it. So proud of you.”
Just yesterday, these words would have sounded more like a warning instead of the encouragement they are meant to be and surely would have sent me digging deeper in all that stuff inside of me. Only, since I let most of it out last night, there isn’t much left for me to sink my shovel into. Maybe it’s because I’m tired but, instead of the predictable silence, what sneaks up on me this time is a smile of approval. Maybe letting all that stuff out was the right thing to do. Maybe I’ll be fine.
More suits are showing up for work early, most likely called in by an alarmed Jackson. There is no way for them to avoid walking in front of the window of my studio to get to his office and as they rush there one by one, as if they just got off an assembly line, they stare through the glass to pay me phony disapproving looks. It baffles me they would think their looks are supposed to mean something to me. Even more baffling is they still explain my attitude towards them by a problem I may have with authority in general. They should know by now it’s just theirs. I’m quite fine with authority. In fact, I have always believed that authority is nothing less than a byproduct of respect. But respect is not something owed, it has to be earned. They have had nearly three years to do something about that and I’m still waiting. Playing with numbers, which is exactly what they do, makes them accountants, not leaders. Nothing wrong with being an accountant but when was the last time a bookkeeper inspired to the point where people lined up to blindly follow them to the depths of hell. Maybe these accounting prophets hangout on Twitter and that’s why I’ve never heard of them…”
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