A Presentation to Remember

This short story uses the prompt: She walked up to the manager, heart hammering and knees trembling.

She walked up to the manager, heart hammering and knees trembling. Surely he could hear the pounding inside her rib-cage. Michelle held her breath and said, “Jack, did you like my presentation?”

Jack looked up, his hands gathering the paper on his desk into a pile. She quailed at the steely eyes raking her face. “You made a fool of me with that piece of junk.” He spat the words out with a hiss.

She gasped. Nothing prepared her for this response. “Uh, what didn’t you like about it?” She pressed on against her better judgment.

“Everything,” his lips curled into a venomous sneer.

“Oh,” She breathed out like a slowly deflating ball. If she had a tail, she would have tucked it between her legs.

As she slunk out of Jack’s office, his administrative assistant waved at her. “Sheryl wants to see you right now.”

What did the vice president of her department want with her? Coming on the heels of the dressing-down that she just received, Michelle felt sick to her stomach. She hunched her shoulders and quickened her pace towards the VP’s office.

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“Well, if it isn’t my star presenter in the flesh,” Sheryl’s eyes crinkled when Michelle knocked on the open door.

Words tumbled out of Michelle’s mouth. “I’m sorry that the presentation went so badly. I’ll resign if you want me to.”

“Resign? Have you gone mad? Did you not hear what I just said? Our biggest client wants you to lead their campaign. If anyone is leaving, it’s Jack. I just fired his sorry ass.”

Technology Blues

When my laptop (see picture) died a couple of weeks ago, I was pretty nonchalant about it. I was expecting its death and I’d backed up everything…so no sweat. I planned to order its replacement over the Labour Day weekend, and I still had my iPad.

Of course, the unexpected happened. We went to Silverwoods at Treasure Lake in Dubois, USA for that weekend. While we were at the resort, someone stole my iPad right out of our townhouse unit. What an unsettling feeling. There was no sign of forced entry. It was a targeted hit. I had used the resort’s WIFI the night before with my iPad. Nothing else was stolen. My netbook, which was right next to it in my backpack, was left untouched…for that I’m grateful. The netbook and my iPod Touch became my lifelines to the Net.

Now if you’ve ever used a netbook to browse, you’d know what a challenge it is. Nothing loads properly, and its turtle-pace speed stretched my patience to its limit. As long as I stick to using it for my writing, it keeps me happy. The iPod Touch is just way too small to browse comfortably, and the keypad is for the birds, literally. I bought it for my music, and that’s what it’s good for.

So until my new laptop arrived a few days ago, I was pulling my hair out, counting the strands, wondering how to get by without proper connection to the Net. Oh, how dependent we’ve become on technology.