Happy Friday Readers –
I am joining in with Friday Fictioneers.
Reminder: This is FICTION. I have to mention this because some readers skim quickly – and so please note that this is a make-believe story about “work” to go with Rochelle’s Friday Fiction photo prompt.
Here is the photo:
Here is my FICTION
“Don’t Quit” (word count: 100)
Others were on smoke break.
I was there to regroup – so I didn’t break.
When your boss coldly reminds you that you’re “at-will” with no guarantee for work, it feels like a brick.
Last month, I met a gal working for years to still have ¾ time without benefits. We talked about making the most of our current situations. I also remembered Mark’s paint job. How he checked his attitude and outlook while waiting for better work.
The right job WILL come…..Don’t Quit.
My fingers ran across the wispy grass.
Hope did feel light, like a feather.
Feel like reading more takes on this photo prompt – or would you like to join in?
Inspired today by:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all.
Also inspired by a lady I met who sweetly shared her story as we had small talk. She had a government job and shared she was usually working more hours than the “secured” full-timers. And we talked about how sometimes we “gotta work it – have to do what we have to do.”
I then shared with her a line from Mark Bialczak (here). When he was waiting for the right job to open – he worked for a little while in a paint department. And one day I just remember him saying something like, “I am going to work that paint job and give it me best.”
Yes, sometimes our lot in life is a lot less fortuitous and so may we all find hope, to lift us up, when we need it.