PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
THE DAILY GRIND
Pablo couldn’t even remember the karmic twists that had brought him from an Ecuadoran coffee plantation, to this firm in New Hampshire.
He was lucky to have this job. He wasn’t lucky to have Robinson as a supervisor. If he hadn’t stopped to tell Pablo exactly how to do this project, Pablo would’ve finished it already. Wayne sure did like the sound of his own voice.
It reminded him of the corn-mills his mother had made him turn by hand as a kid – round and round, and round, and round, and nothing came out but a fine, dry, monotonous powder.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
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Holy mixed-up geography. First, New Englanders have limited use for corn meal. Second, I’m sure those are mills from the region on or around the Indian subcontinent of Asia. Guess this gives the “customer service voice” issue an new twist…or rather, spin. Excellent.
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Geography is the least mixed-up thing around here. 😛
Like your schedule??? Are you up too late – or too early?
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Loved this, Archon! Nice mix of cultures and man…nothing worse than a micro-manager – I fled my last one!
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So many of us are financially forced to put up….and we can’t get them to shut up. 😛
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I hears ya….
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That was a succulent character morsel
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If only his momma had taught him to make tamales as well, we’d have something to snack on while we read. 😆
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I like the journey through the story.
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Some of us, whether through a sense of adventure, or, like this tale, merely through happenstance, travel a little farther from our roots than others. 🙂
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Good slice-of-life tale, Archon. I especially enjoyed the construction of it. Works great. Yeah, Pablo knows a LOT more than his boss … which is par for the course anyway in any job.
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I’ve worked at places where the supervisor was expected to be able to do every job – not necessarily well – if only to be able to instruct new employees. More and more though, ‘Dilbert, and his pointy-haired boss’ seem to be the norm. This one is just a compulsive micro-manager. 😮
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Gotcha. Hey, I’m with you on that — Dilbert KNOWS! 😀
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I feel his frustration. Annoying supervisors are a common experience. And I like your spin on the ‘daily grind’. Very good.
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Thanx. I was foolishly proud of myself for linking (ground) coffee, tamale-making, and office cube life under one blanket title. 😀
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As you should be.
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YAY … a story using the grindstones. I loved this, Archon. There are a great many supervisors who love to supervise over and over and over.
Have a great week …
Isadora 😎
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At first glance, that round room seemed to speak of pottery (still does) and I thought the wheels(?) might be related to that. Then I remembered seeing (somewhat more ancient) corn mills during a tour of a South Carolina plantation. The rest, as they say, is history – including our love for micro-managers. 😯
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I thought of a pottery wheel too. Being in the arts, I’ve seen many a pottery wheel as well as taken classes. This image didn’t fit pottery. It’s nice to know someone else thought the same thing. You’ve gotta love those old plantations showcasing things we don’t know. YUP … micro-managing can be … well … micro-managing. LOL
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Nice one, could empathize with Pablo. I am a bit confused though, who’s Wayne? Robinson is the supervisor, or did I miss something?
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This post is quite unlike the old ‘Dragnet’ TV series, where the names were changed to protect the innocent. Wayne Robinson, in this tale, is indeed the micromanaging supervisor.
I took the name from the receiver of a company, who I worked with, almost 50 years ago. He was one of the nicest guys I ever met.
He fathered 8 babies in 9 years, with a wife who was ‘fulfilled and justified’ by her children. When the youngest died of SIDS, crib death, he saw how hurt and distraught she was, and proclaimed that they would have no more.
She immediately divorced him, and took the remaining children away from him. This may be his only chance at immortality, to have his name mentioned in one of my little 100-word Flash Fictions. 😦
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Thank you for taking out time to clear that up 🙂
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