It was Monday morning. She hated Monday mornings. Nothing good ever came
of them. You had to get up earlier than you pleased, and why? To go bust
your hump for somebody. No, she didn't like Mondays.
It was about 3:45, when Lark's alarm clock went off. She rolled over, and set it again for 5:30. Sometimes it got messed up and went to 3:45. No one knows why.
After she had set the clock, she rolled back over to try to find a comfy position. But, when she rolled over, there was nothing there, and she fell to the floor.
Lark got up off the floor, carrying the blankets with her, and went into the living room of her one bedroom apartment. There, she laid down on the couch, and tried to go to sleep.
She had been there for only about five minutes when she heard the dog next door start barking. Loud. It was the Johnson's Rottweiler, Fluffy. Hearing Fluffy barking meant only one thing. She had gotten out of the apartment and was barking at another one of those pesky pebbles trying to take over the world. Lark stayed there for about a half hour trying to fall asleep, but had no luck. When she finally had enough of that stupid dog's barking, she got up and went into the shower to get ready fro the morning.
Lark stayed in there for a bout an hour and a half, just enjoying the warm water on her back.
It was now about 6:oo. Lark dressed, and got her morning coffee. She had a very important meeting that she couldn't miss at 8:oo, and she needed to leave at 7:oo. Lark had no clue what it was about, but she figured if she couldn't miss it, she better leave about an hour early, because the traffic could get pretty horrible in L.A.
She grabbed her coffee, and sat down on her couch. Almost immediately, her kitten Cheechee jumped into her lap. He was a black tabby, and quite cute. Lark sat there petting her kitten until she heard the clock chime 7:oo.
She got her shoes on, went out to her car, and started on the long drive to her work.
When Lark had parked, she was already 15 minutes late (there had been a car accident, and she had had to wait).
She ran up to the office where the meeting was being held. She burst into the room, and immediately was embarrassed about being late. They were all sitting there waiting for her.
Her best friend, Julie, motioned for her to come over and sit next to her. Lark went over near her, trying not burst out laughing at her boss' expression. He seemed a bit mad, but also appalled that she didn't apologize.
"Well, how nice of you to join us," he said coldly.
"Isn't it, though?" Lark replied. Her boss also bugged the crap out of her.
He looked at her very amazed, then a small smile crept across his face. Something dealing with her must be coming. Something bad.
"Lark, I'm so glad you're hear. See, I was just about to tell everyone that this company must move to a smaller location, which means that there won't be enough jobs for everyone here that is already employed… "
"Are you firing me?" Lark interrupted him, "Look, I'm sorry I'm late, there was a huge traffic jam, and…"
"I don't care. I'm not firing you. Listen, even though we are downsizing, there is a strong need for us in England, and parts over there. Meaning, some of you will be transferred, and will be moving to England. If you choose not to, then you will be fired," He added, looking over at Lark for the last part.
"So, who's being transferred?" Julie asked.
"Lark," Their boss said easily.
"Just Lark? Won't you need other people?" A man who happened to like Lark said.
"No, Mr. Fatner, she will not be the only one. In fact, why don't you go, too?"
"I would love to!" Mark Fatner said.
"Now, I need two more people to volunteer to move. I know this is kind of short notice, since you will be leaving at the end of this week," Her boss said.
Lark sat there amazed. At the end of the week, she would be on her way to England. Her life as she knew it would end, and she would be leaving to somewhere where she knew nobody.
Three more people raised their hands, one of them being Julie.
"Julie, you may not go. You're skills are way too valuable to us to have you leave."
He said some more stuff, but Lark seemed to miss it as everyone started leaving. She and Julie were the last ones out, Lark looking shocked like she had when she had found out.
"I can't believe it!" Lark said stopping at her car in the parking lot. It was Monday, and she would be leaving on Saturday.
As she got into her car, trying to forget about her situation right now, she tried to decide what she wanted for breakfast from the nearby McDonalds.
Lark pulled up to the drive-thru and saw there were at least five cars in front of her, so she decided to walk in. There was a huge line there, too.
After about fifteen minutes, it was her turn to order.
"One bagel with cream cheese and an orange juice, please," she recited to the person.
"We're sorry, we just ran out of bagels,"
"Oh, well, okay. Um…I'll just have some hash browns," Lark said disappointed. She always had a bagel with cream cheese on Mondays.
"Okay, that will be 5 dollars even. You're number is 53. Have a nice day," the cashier guy said with a smile.
"Yeah right," Lark said under her breath as she walked to a table to sit down until they called her number.
Five minutes later, she heard, "Number 53!"
Lark tried to get up, but had some difficulty, she seemed to be sticking to the chair.
She looked down and saw that there was some spilled chocolate probably from a milk shake on her chair that she hadn't noticed before. A lot of it. Lark quickly put on her coat, trying to hide her chocolate butt.
After she grabbed her order, she rushed out to her car, and drove home.
Yup, she hated Mondays.
It was about 3:45, when Lark's alarm clock went off. She rolled over, and set it again for 5:30. Sometimes it got messed up and went to 3:45. No one knows why.
After she had set the clock, she rolled back over to try to find a comfy position. But, when she rolled over, there was nothing there, and she fell to the floor.
Lark got up off the floor, carrying the blankets with her, and went into the living room of her one bedroom apartment. There, she laid down on the couch, and tried to go to sleep.
She had been there for only about five minutes when she heard the dog next door start barking. Loud. It was the Johnson's Rottweiler, Fluffy. Hearing Fluffy barking meant only one thing. She had gotten out of the apartment and was barking at another one of those pesky pebbles trying to take over the world. Lark stayed there for about a half hour trying to fall asleep, but had no luck. When she finally had enough of that stupid dog's barking, she got up and went into the shower to get ready fro the morning.
Lark stayed in there for a bout an hour and a half, just enjoying the warm water on her back.
It was now about 6:oo. Lark dressed, and got her morning coffee. She had a very important meeting that she couldn't miss at 8:oo, and she needed to leave at 7:oo. Lark had no clue what it was about, but she figured if she couldn't miss it, she better leave about an hour early, because the traffic could get pretty horrible in L.A.
She grabbed her coffee, and sat down on her couch. Almost immediately, her kitten Cheechee jumped into her lap. He was a black tabby, and quite cute. Lark sat there petting her kitten until she heard the clock chime 7:oo.
She got her shoes on, went out to her car, and started on the long drive to her work.
When Lark had parked, she was already 15 minutes late (there had been a car accident, and she had had to wait).
She ran up to the office where the meeting was being held. She burst into the room, and immediately was embarrassed about being late. They were all sitting there waiting for her.
Her best friend, Julie, motioned for her to come over and sit next to her. Lark went over near her, trying not burst out laughing at her boss' expression. He seemed a bit mad, but also appalled that she didn't apologize.
"Well, how nice of you to join us," he said coldly.
"Isn't it, though?" Lark replied. Her boss also bugged the crap out of her.
He looked at her very amazed, then a small smile crept across his face. Something dealing with her must be coming. Something bad.
"Lark, I'm so glad you're hear. See, I was just about to tell everyone that this company must move to a smaller location, which means that there won't be enough jobs for everyone here that is already employed… "
"Are you firing me?" Lark interrupted him, "Look, I'm sorry I'm late, there was a huge traffic jam, and…"
"I don't care. I'm not firing you. Listen, even though we are downsizing, there is a strong need for us in England, and parts over there. Meaning, some of you will be transferred, and will be moving to England. If you choose not to, then you will be fired," He added, looking over at Lark for the last part.
"So, who's being transferred?" Julie asked.
"Lark," Their boss said easily.
"Just Lark? Won't you need other people?" A man who happened to like Lark said.
"No, Mr. Fatner, she will not be the only one. In fact, why don't you go, too?"
"I would love to!" Mark Fatner said.
"Now, I need two more people to volunteer to move. I know this is kind of short notice, since you will be leaving at the end of this week," Her boss said.
Lark sat there amazed. At the end of the week, she would be on her way to England. Her life as she knew it would end, and she would be leaving to somewhere where she knew nobody.
Three more people raised their hands, one of them being Julie.
"Julie, you may not go. You're skills are way too valuable to us to have you leave."
He said some more stuff, but Lark seemed to miss it as everyone started leaving. She and Julie were the last ones out, Lark looking shocked like she had when she had found out.
"I can't believe it!" Lark said stopping at her car in the parking lot. It was Monday, and she would be leaving on Saturday.
As she got into her car, trying to forget about her situation right now, she tried to decide what she wanted for breakfast from the nearby McDonalds.
Lark pulled up to the drive-thru and saw there were at least five cars in front of her, so she decided to walk in. There was a huge line there, too.
After about fifteen minutes, it was her turn to order.
"One bagel with cream cheese and an orange juice, please," she recited to the person.
"We're sorry, we just ran out of bagels,"
"Oh, well, okay. Um…I'll just have some hash browns," Lark said disappointed. She always had a bagel with cream cheese on Mondays.
"Okay, that will be 5 dollars even. You're number is 53. Have a nice day," the cashier guy said with a smile.
"Yeah right," Lark said under her breath as she walked to a table to sit down until they called her number.
Five minutes later, she heard, "Number 53!"
Lark tried to get up, but had some difficulty, she seemed to be sticking to the chair.
She looked down and saw that there was some spilled chocolate probably from a milk shake on her chair that she hadn't noticed before. A lot of it. Lark quickly put on her coat, trying to hide her chocolate butt.
After she grabbed her order, she rushed out to her car, and drove home.
Yup, she hated Mondays.
