It had been one of those ‘Murphy’s Law’ days.
My boss who was supposed to be on leave had decided to come in. Assuming his absence I had not completed the report. Terrified that he would ask me to fetch it, I tried to give him the run-around. Eventually my luck ran out.
Within the hour the report had been hurled back on my desk with bright yellow marks highlighting all the lacunae.
“I expect the completed report on my desk before you leave.”
That had taken almost four hours.
Now its raining torrentially, and the cold is giving me the chills. I can see the neon lights of cabs whizz past but not one is stopping. I think I’m going to have to walk to the bus stop in this downpour…
“Hey Sheena… are you just leaving?”
I beam at the cheerful faces of my friends. “It was either finish the report or find another job!”
“Come on girl, get in here. My car is round the bend. I’ll drop you home.”
Bye-bye Murphy. Thank you, girlfriends.
Written in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #123