Saturday, January 10, 2009

That is maintenance tech, not janitor!

“Boss, He ain't no janitor! You know what Mr. Carocino told you about calling him a janitor...It degrades..His name is Hollingsworth....Hollingsworth Van Dyke, the third. He is an Associate, a Maintenance technician.”

“Whatever, Mel.”

Mary Ellen knew that Tom took her initials and made up the Mel name. She was sure it was only meant in an endearing way.

Hearing activity that sounded like a floor buffer off in the distance, Tom yells “Whatever, Hollingsworth, park that Hyundai and get in here!"

“Boss, I must inquire. Why do you call it a Hyundai and not a Cadillac?”

Looking a little baffled by the question, Tom quickly responded, “Cause its little, not too sophisticated, and above all else, imported!

Sounds like you boss,” Hollingsworth retorts with a smile, hoping Tom saw the humor.

Hollingsworth was an interesting character. A tall and handsome man of 30, he had graduated from college. Actually received three degrees- literature, music performance and graphics design. He could not decide what he wanted to do with his life. Besides, his wife was an architect and made good money.

“Oh, I see... just like your Vespa!” Hollingsworth snaps in a joking manner. Although he couldn't decide on a career, Hollingsworth felt comfortable here as a maintenance man.

“Anyway Boss.” Tom could not understand why everyone called him “Boss.” He was not sure if it was out of loyalty or disrespect. “I just get so inspired by your songs,” pausing slightly, “I can still remember your last one. How did it go? Oh yeah, My coffee’s cold and so is my wife!

Mel, peeking her head around the corner, blurts out, “Sounds like you all are writing a sequel!

Surprised, Tom looks up from his lowly perch and yells “I thought you were out of here....Go, go, go……….. open them doors, gotta make money for A3! Get that coffee and get back here, fast!”

Startled, Mel asks, “Who?”

Tom was beginning to lose his patience. After all, his quiet composition time had been so unproductive this morning. With a look of disbelief on his face Tom quietly responds, “A3…. Aisle 3, the name on your check!

Labels: , , , , ,

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home