Friday Fictioneers: Wrong Position

“Oh, you have no idea how much I need help here.” Sandra said, showing me the back of the shop while my brain screamed, what the heck is this?!

What’s with all the garbage? I wanted to say. Lamps strewn the floor. Used paper plates stacked high in the garbage bin. Ugh, what is that smell?

Wait a minute, which position did she think I was applying? Because it’s sure ain’t the cleaning lady. I’m desperate to earn a few extra dollars but not desperate enough to work to clean.

“Um, excuse me Sandra, I’m sorry but I gotta go.”

(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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13 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Wrong Position

    1. And she was just heading in for the job interview, not starting the actual job. All I can say is at least Sandra was up front about it so there won’t be any kind of regrets afterwards.


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