Team meeting. It was time for Bev’s tight boss to buy the biscuits. Bet they’d be digestives. Not even the chocolate ones.
Hollow assembly
The problem, Adrian mused, was that his manager was prone to giving unnecessary, and long, speeches at the slighest occasion. Nobody gave a fig about Ryan’s birthday, and they were equally disinterested in their boss’s dull exhortation about being a team player or some other such nonsense.
They all just wanted that blessed cake on the table, rich with chocolate and jellied orange slices, around which the salivating team had gathered for this hollow celebration.
Ryan, the bushy-tailed youth, shuffled with embarrassment from all the attention.
Jeans Day
Desmond awoke and remembered instantly: it was Jeans Day at work! Rubbing his eyes, he turned his head on his pillow and slowly focused on his jeans hanging in his bedroom, collected from the dry cleaner the day before. He’d asked for creases to be ironed down the legs especially.
He was planning to wear his jeans with his black shirt. He’d seen Simon Cowell wear something similar on one of his television programmes.
Showering quickly, he felt a flutter of anticipation as he got dressed. This was an opportunity, he thought, to really feel part of the team. To feel included. Perhaps one of his colleagues might acknowledge or speak to him today? He hoped so.
