Nudging another heavy box against a free wall with her right foot, she decided, enough is enough!
They cannot expect a marketing specialist, with a college degree no less, to be just a stupid receptionist! Answer phones, file these damn invoices, and oh, gawd, serve coffee at their client meetings. This job is so not worth it, she thought, almost aloud, flicking off the storeroom lights, shutting the door to part of her problems, but not before an anxious voice bleated out.
“Having a baaad-ass day, dear? Help me,” the glassy eyes winked in the corner, “and I help you.”
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Inspiration comes from the weekly 100-word story with a photo prompt hosted by Rochelle over at Friday Fictioneers.
This week’s photo submitted by Adam Ickes