Vending

On a sunny afternoon, Steve Williams was busy inside of his office doing some of the many tasks he is obligated to do. From the bundles of paperwork littering his desk, to the mountain of e-mails he has to click through, he really is a busy guy. There is a good reason for this and you may ask yourself, "Why would anyone want to work so much of their life away?" The answer would be money, and the promotion he has received working for Hubbard's Electronics has upped his paycheck and workload.

Sure, he wouldn't have much of a home life after he accepted this job, but seeing as how he was still in his early twenties, young Steve Williams doesn't mind giving up some of his free time for a raise. He could save his money now, and then later in life retire early not having to worry about cash anymore. That was his plan, and it was a good plan. In the meantime, he'll gladly work for this company and boss all of the employees around in the process. He was their manager, after all.

He sits at his desk with his feet resting on the top of it. His hands were behind his head, and he was looking out of the window located to his left. The trees outside of his office would always smack against the glass of his window, it was distracting but he always enjoyed that sound. It was a soothing sound, and when the landscaping crew offered to cut the branches away he had told them no.

He takes a deep breath as he looks at the trophy case sitting in the corner of his office. Those were from his high school days, and even though he wasn't running down the field scoring the next touchdown for the Pittsburgh Steelers, he was still happy at his current job.

He smiles, knowing that his current job always involved a lot of confrontation. He would pull an employee into his office letting him or her know how they were performing. This was the part of his job that he really liked, and he thought it funny when he had to pull an older employee into his office for the talk. Like old Luke who's now reached the ripe old age of sixty-three. Steve always wondered how Luke feels about taking orders from such a young boss; the same young boss who old Luke was training when he began his career at Hubbard's Electronics.

"My, how time flies," Steve said. "And I bet a lot of them don't like me, but I don't really care. I earned this position by working hard, harder than they did."

And he gives another smile.

"I wonder if they're all working hard out there," he said to himself.

Steve makes it a habit to check on his employees multiple times during the day, and soon, but not right now, he would get up from his desk to wander around.

He looked over at the picture sitting on his desk close to his feet. With a smile, he picks it up with his right hand bringing it onto his stomach where he sets it down. It was a picture of his girlfriend, and she was holding his hand as they posed for the camera. What a pretty girl she was, a girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Her blonde hair is curly, and her blue eyes would brighten up any room. She was always skinny, but more toned than most of her friends who were all on the larger size. He thinks about her while he holds onto her picture, knowing that he will be able to take care of her. With the money he's making she could have anything that her perfect heart desires, and more. She was the main reason why he continues to work the long hours. She doesn't ask him to do it, but he insists in order for her to live comfortably.

Another smile as he places the picture down on the desk. He placed his hands behind his head and then looked toward the ceiling. There were some pencils that were stuck within the tiles; a sad attempt at creating a smiling face that hasn't gone too well. At least he's got the eyes right, but the mouth and the nose are way off.

"And that wad of chewing gum doesn't help out," he said to himself.

Sure, he wasn't the pencil-in-the-ceiling artist that he wishes he were, but in time he will get better. Right now, there were only a few hours left of work and he's got to make a choice. He can either sit here at his desk while doing all of that paperwork he's fallen behind on, or he could sit here at his desk while working on his pencil face up there on the ceiling. Maybe it would be a good idea to get some of the paperwork done, but with it being Friday why would he want to waste the rest of the day away?