
Nice to meet you. I can’t wait to work for you, except not today. I’m sick. Oh, and not next week. I’ve totally got plans. But soon, and your going to love me. How’s your immune system?
My boss moved on to bigger and better things so now I’m breaking in a new director…the week I’m sick.
Hey boss, welcome to your new role. I’ll be the one hacking in the corner. But I swear I’m an invaluable member of your team…when I’m here.
So far, I’ve been present at work half the days she’s been my boss. And for the time I was in the office, I looked like a lunatic.
Sure, I often look like a lunatic. But usually before people realize that, I’ve handed in a project or two, displayed some skills, given them some reason to put up with my lovely eccentric ways.
Not this time.
I’m not _quite_ over my cold, so half way through a meeting with my exalted leader I got a hot flash so bad I was fanning myself with my project brief.
Nothing says professionalism like fanning yourself with documents on email transformation.
My on-boarding meeting with her tomorrow. I may pin an ice pack into my bra.
Seriously. Change. Bad.
Writing Exercise:
Everything should stay that same. Always. Sure life would be boring, but then I’d never have to prove myself to a new boss or find a new nail polish colour after OPI discontinues SplitPersonality. Seriously OPI? Seriously?
Imagine a character who has a few issues with change. Strike that, someone who is practically allergic to change. The type of person who would rather stay in a job they hate than risk the unknown. The type of person who bulk buys eleven bottles of nail polish when their colour gets discontinued. (Don’t judge. Ok, judge a little or it wouldn’t be an interesting story.)
Why are they like that? Did they have an uncertain childhood? Are they superstitious? Tell us the story of how they developed their quirks. (You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.)
Happy Writing.
NB. I’ve been researching places I could live where things never change. Amish country looks nice. Cows, quilts, good times. I think I could have been good at being Amish…you know…except for the religion thing…and the lack of nail polish.