[Sammohini Arc] Nothing of Value

Two computer repair technicians at Eville Medical were packing up for the evening. One was upbeat, with stylish clothing, while the other, dressed in plain black, looked tired.
“Doesn’t feel like I made a dent in my workload. What a waste.”
“Aww, don’t say that, Hank! You helped me out a lot! Err-umm… I took some of that time from you, so I’ll help you out tomorrow!”
“No worries, Sammohini.”
“…Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Hank smiled politely.

“I was wondering something…” Sammohini threw on her yellow jacket over her bright blue blouse, “…I don’t know how best to ask this, so don’t mind me if I sound too awkward about this, but umm,” and pushed in her chair. “Do I annoy you? Do I- ah- take up too much of your time asking you questions each day? If I annoy you or anything like that, can you let me know? I’ll start bugging you less- err-“

Hank straightened his black denim jacket.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Hank’s jacket had faded arms, like a vest usually covered it, with slightly frayed cuffs. “I like working with you. You’re smart and outgoing and always ready to help out everyone here.” He coughed and looked around. “I guess, well, it’s hard to say this, here, so why don’t we walk and talk? Where are you parked?” He motioned for them to walk out the back rather than by the Help Desk.

Sammohini grabbed her purse.

“Oh, umm… on the 5th floor.” They reached the fire escape. “You know where you pointed out where you like to park because it’s low traffic in the afternoons when we do runs to the clinics or drive out to lunch?” They walked down the stairs quickly. “That’s where I’m at. I think I saw your Track-King.” Hank smiled and held the door open after walking through it. “I parked next to you. Hope you don’t mind.”

The summer heat had cooled off from the morning blaze.

“Thanks, and, not at all!” The patient parking lot was mostly empty. “So here’s the thing. The job’s wearing on me. I don’t know how long I can keep it up. I’m not good at much else and my professional ship for other types of jobs sailed off long ago.” They entered the employee parking garage. “You’ve still got a bright future. You can always move into different jobs within the company or elsewhere.”

They entered the rickety elevator.

“Aww, don’t say that, Hank!” The metal chamber sauntered up to 5. “We rely on you! And Linda doesn’t call you “Rockstar” for nothing! You and Venkat taught me everything I know about doing my job!” The door dinged. “Thanks.” The door opened. “I mean it!” Their vehicles were parked next to each other near the elevators. “Thanks.” Sammohini gave Hank a quick hug when they arrived at their vehicles.

Hank emailed out sick the next day.

Sammohini called him.
“You OK? I… am worried.”
“Yeah, thank you.”

Endtable:
Quotes: None.
Sources: My professional experience. Internet research for fashion.
Inspirations: Exploring thoughts of how useless it can feel going to work and having not much effort to show for it, whether through learning a skill, helping someone out, on a daily or career basis.
Related: Somewhere in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.”
Photo: A welcome overcast day in this summer heat.
Written On: August 2nd [1 hour, 30 minutes]
Last Edited: August 2nd [none]
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