Two furniture movers arrived early to their final stop: an upscale, downtown high-rise office building in upper Eville. Their customer, a pink-haired fashionista in bicycling gear, met them at the loading dock. “Alright! My new desk! Cool! Let’s sign you two in before heading up.” She guided them inside, talking while occasionally walking backward. “You’re Jim, right?” They shook hands. “Yes, ma’am!” “And a young lady mover?” She tried hugging the quiet mover. “How cool!”
I always thought you got work based on what you knew, then later thinking it was who you knew, now it might be who you can convince to hire you. It’s a gamble in real life, just like “The Story,” with John [center] and Trishna [not shown] facing greater odds due to their impairments. Though they must try harder, there are some hard working ways that they can get the odds more in their favor.
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“Welcome to the weekend shift!” “Thanks.”
Jim continued. “They run a different ship on the weekends. Not the busy work you’ve seen during the week. More ah the high dollar work, or sensitive jobs. When folks haven’t paid their rent on these units, we dump everything we don’t want.”
The crew hauled out an old storage unit from the back of the warehouse.
“Anyone want this jade table?!” Ruckus shouted out. Jane spoke up. “Sure.”
“You’re strong for a girl!”
“You’re pretty for an old curmudgeon.”
Just like that, everyone around the final pallet of freight to be brought into the warehouse that sweltering Evillian afternoon burst into laughter, concluding with the now embarrassed curmudgeon and then Jane, who, soaking in the sensation, uncharacteristically smiled.
“Alright, that’s enough. Good work, everyone. Your end time is 6:15. Check the calendar to see your hours for tomorrow. Jane, hang tight for a minute.”
Someone waved vigorously at two computer technicians as they returned from lunch. “Wasn’t that Harlowe?” “Yeah, he’s cool. Say, Sammohini…” the older technician, Hank, looked made sure no one was around before continuing, “how good are you at keeping secrets?” “Well, certainly not if it’s bad, unethical, or illegal! But, I mean, if it doesn’t hurt anyone, I guess it’s OK, so, I guess good…” “…Want an easy side job? The work’s clean and clear.”
“Thanks for inviting me over, Sammohini. I’ve been wanting to talk to you one-on-one, well, with cute little Allie Pally here, too, for a while.”
Both childhood friends adjusted as the baby fussed, crawled out of the guest’s lap, and returning to her mother.
“It’s been too long! Right, huh? You haven’t seen Auntie Jane-y in a while? Have you?”
They both smiled. Jane wanted to smile, but there was too much on her mind.
“Thanks for meeting with us today, Jane.”
She shifted subtly to get comfortable. Her dress suit was overkill because the hiring manager and assistant were dressed casually- no, sloppy. There was something odd about the industrial-strength conference room meant for fifty people. Maybe it was the polished concrete floors, reclaimed wood table, and ductwork? Maybe it was overly stylish?
“So, tell us about yourself.”
“I’m a professional with two years of experience in-”
“You know, this can be hard work, but at the end of the day, it’s not too bad. We’re not diggin’ ditches or doin’ brain surgery.”
“Yeah, beats retail.”
Jane, and her driver buddy Jim, were headed to their first delivery on a cold morning.
“But you know somethin’? You’ve got more brains than all a’ us. You should be goin’ places.”
“Yeah, should.” She slouched in the seat and continued reading her technical book.