A WINDOW TO THIS WORLD
by Ross Sharp
“We need two boxes of window-faced envelopes. Can you place an order please?”, she tells the stationery clerk.
“What do you need them for?”, comes the response.
“ ? ”
” … Are there other envelopes you could use? Old ones? Plain-faced? We have plenty of plain-faced.”
“No, we need window-faced.”
“Because we have cost contingencies to consider bef – ”
“Listen to me”, she says, “I am not going to type up labels for paperwork that already has an address on it and has been designed to fit in window-faced, understand?”
“I’ll have to ch – “
“Listen to me”, she says again, “The difference in cost of window-faced to plain-faced is probably a half-dozen bucks or so, yes? I get paid thirty-five dollars an hour. I can spend one hundred and five dollars of the company’s money to sit on my arse and type labels so the company can save twelve bucks on a couple boxes of envelopes? Are you familiar with arithmetic? Does that make sense to you? Do we have a fight now, shall we have an argument?”
“I – “
“Order. The fucking. Envelopes. Today. Got it?”
… the days of our lives.
Oh, Death …