A New Story: Your Momma Does Not Work Here

Marsha arrived in her cubicle and saw there were no voicemails waiting for her.  She smiled at the thought of starting the day with no deals.  She turned on a small lamp next to her computer.  She liked the atmosphere it created.  It made everything seem more like home than an office.  Next, she pushed the power button on her computer.  All the while, the card was foremost in her thoughts.  What did it say?

 

With her computer still booting up, she retrieved the card from her purse.  It was sealed.  She knew if she opened it, she could never hide that it had been opened.  Wait a minute!  Her dad used to collect stamps and he would use a teapot to steam stamps from envelopes.  Did she want to wait until she got home to see what the card said?  No.  Besides, she’d have to deal with Bob questioning her actions.  If she was going to read it, it would be here and now. 

 

Just then she heard noises of people entering the office.  Most everyone stops by to say hello in the morning.  She quickly stuffed the card back into her purse.  She didn’t’ believe anyone suspected anything out of the ordinary had happened.  Still, she decided to get some coffee and get the day started. 

 

Judy’s voice from the cubicle three cubes down rung out, “Good morning, Marsha.”

 

“Mornin’ darlin’.  How are ya?”

 

“Good.  How are you?”

 

“I’ll let cha know after I get coffee.”

 

Taking her keychain, she flipped through the set until she found the one to unlock the drawers at her desk.  Once unlocked, Marsha opened the bottom drawer and retrieved her mug.  She spun around in her office chair and walked to the office Keurig. 

 

She was disgusted the moment she saw the machine.  Again, someone did not clean up the mess they made or refill the K-Cups in the drawers.  Marsha seethed while looking over the coffee selection.  At least there was one left of her favorite coffee.  She anticipated the aroma of French Vanilla in her nostrils.  She started her cup and went to the cleaning cabinet.  She began cleaning the counter and outside of the Keurig.  Once cleaning was finished, she did a quick restock of the coffee supply, creamers and sweeteners. 

 

After returning to her desk, she inhaled the aroma with her eyes closed.  Then she took a sip.  For a moment, she was content.  Her head cocked slightly as an idea hit her.  She began typing into a Word document on her computer.  After a bit of formatting, she was happy with the result.  She printed off the document and walked to the printer with a piece of tape on her index finger.  After affixing the sheet above the Keurig, she approvingly viewed the sign she made.  It read:

 

This area doesn’t clean itself

If you dirty it, clean it

If you empty it, refill it

If you mess it up, clean it up

Your momma does not work here