First Day at the New Job - Part 2
- I was running about 4 hours late for my first day of work because of the incident at The Old Carriage Inn. You may recall I was a bit carefree with my prep time when I went to interview for this job and I was forced to explain my tardiness by pretending I was brutally stabbed in the face. I couldn’t use the same line again, people might start to think my value as an employee carries little worth.
Figuring I would cause too much of a stir if I slink in without some sort of camouflage, I rummage through my roommate Debbie’s closet and find a large brimmed red hat--exactly like the kind made infamous by Carmen Sandiego and old bags in the South. Perfect!
I make it to the Downtown Burning Bridges building located adjacent from the former Trade Center Site within about 25 minutes. I trot past the robust bronzes of Bobo Bridges adorning the lobby and slither towards the elevator banks and tap the up button over and over. Ding. I step inside and pray for the door to close.
C’mon Satan, close, close, close, close, close…
Suddenly, an atrophied and liver spotted hand juts into the elevator car and thrashes the air like an arm in a zombie movie. “Mmmmmheyyy! Could you hold the elevator please?” And then another black gloved hand bursts in the narrowing crevice and its shrill voice wails, “Please stop the elevator from going up!!”
I slammed on the Close button but it was futile. The doors bumped their hands and lazily opened wide.
It was Bobo Bridges, my boss, AND Sebastian Tolliver, a nutjob who is stalking me. They were carrying to-go bags from The Incredibly Bland Sandwich & Tepid Soup Company.
“Oh no!” I gasp--hopefully inaudibly--and I duck down, pretending to tie my shoes.