Business Seminar
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: presentation
Frank sighed and hit the flush lever before stepping back and zipping up his trousers. The weasel crossed over to the sinks and started to wash his paws, occasionally looking up and checking his appearance in the mirror. After drying his paws, he adjusted his tie, checked his appearance again, and left the washroom.
He had tried not to linger too long, or his boss would accuse him of trying to get out of the meeting.
Everyone in the office from mid-management on up had to attend the seminar, being offered via video stream from an expert in management. Frank went up to the conference room door and eased it open.
And stopped.
His boss was slumped back his chair near the head of the table, mouth open and eyes gazing sightlessly up at the ceiling, blood oozing from his ears. Another member of the staff was sprawled on the floor, and others were either in their chairs or had their heads on the table.
Blood was pooling on the table and the tile floor, and for a brief irrational moment Frank wondered how much more the janitorial staff would have to be paid to clean it up.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the ten dead furs in the room, the feline presenting the seminar droned on.
Frank eased the door closed and checked the time.
The seminar was supposed to end in less than another hour, so the weasel decided to take an early lunch.
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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: presentation
Frank sighed and hit the flush lever before stepping back and zipping up his trousers. The weasel crossed over to the sinks and started to wash his paws, occasionally looking up and checking his appearance in the mirror. After drying his paws, he adjusted his tie, checked his appearance again, and left the washroom.
He had tried not to linger too long, or his boss would accuse him of trying to get out of the meeting.
Everyone in the office from mid-management on up had to attend the seminar, being offered via video stream from an expert in management. Frank went up to the conference room door and eased it open.
And stopped.
His boss was slumped back his chair near the head of the table, mouth open and eyes gazing sightlessly up at the ceiling, blood oozing from his ears. Another member of the staff was sprawled on the floor, and others were either in their chairs or had their heads on the table.
Blood was pooling on the table and the tile floor, and for a brief irrational moment Frank wondered how much more the janitorial staff would have to be paid to clean it up.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the ten dead furs in the room, the feline presenting the seminar droned on.
Frank eased the door closed and checked the time.
The seminar was supposed to end in less than another hour, so the weasel decided to take an early lunch.
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I had to sit through an eight-hour seminar given by a guy who was purportedly a "former Notre Dame quarterback" (couldn't find him on the team, and I had PLENTY of time to search) and spent part of the time talking about 'earthing' and 'chakras' and woo bullshit like that. His 'leadership and management' talk, when he finally started, was a collection of platitudes I've heard since the mid-1990s.
Most of my fellow supervisors and managers agreed - there was no way we'd ever get those eight hours of our lives back.
Most of my fellow supervisors and managers agreed - there was no way we'd ever get those eight hours of our lives back.
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