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THE PROMOTION

 

By Mae Ondracek

 

 ©4/27/2002

 

 

 

Carrie stopped typing and listened.  She had heard that noise before, but where was it coming from and what was it?

Carrie was the best typist in the Steno Pool and had worked hard waiting for a promotion to come her way.  Being 38 years old, she didn’t want to spend the rest of her working days in the Steno Pool.

Carrie was 5’7” tall, carried herself well, dressed for success, and always did the odd jobs none of the other girls wanted to do.  If one of the bosses needed a last minute typing job done, all fingers pointed to Carrie.

Yesterday they heard that Mr. Kramer’s secretary was getting married and moving away.  Whoever got that promotion would be a very lucky girl.  Mr. Kramer was Vice President of the firm and easy to get along with.  Not a stuffed shirt like some of the others.

Carrie jumped as she heard that tapping noise again, bringing her out of revelry.  She had been hearing that tapping noise for over a week now and none of the other girls seemed to notice it, because Carrie didn’t mention it and neither did they.

Carrie slowly circled her desk, trying to pinpoint the exact spot where the noise was the loudest.  Just as she got back to her chair, it stopped.  How maddening it was beginning to be.  Carrie pulled open each drawer of her desk, examining its contents.  There was nothing but papers in three of them, the fourth held her pens, pencils, a ruler, and odds and ends of things.  None of that could have made the noise.  Carrie shrugged her shoulders and went back to typing.  Mr. Ellis needed this report by 5 P.M., it was all ready four, and the report was only half way finished.

Carrie wondered, ‘Am I loosing my mind?’ as she heard the faintest humming sound.  No one else was in the room, so Carrie knew it wasn’t one of the other girls playing tricks on her.  She just could not tell where the noise was coming from and as soon as she stepped away from her desk, she couldn’t hear anything.  Carrie checked the window, her chair, and every inch of the computer from the plug-ins to the printer, the screen and the modem.  When she reached for the mouse, Carrie pulled her hand back quickly and sat down hard in her chair.  She just stared at the mouse and the very tiny nymph sitting on it, waving at her.  Carrie asked, “Who, who are you?”

The nymph beckoned for Carrie to move closer.  With a voice as soft as a breeze, the nymph said, “My name is Crystalis and I came to help you get that promotion.”

Carrie laughed and asked, “Just how does one so little expect to help me obtain that?”

Crystalis giggled as she replied, “I may be little, but I can do great things if you believe in me.”

“Seeing you sitting there, talking to me, and moving your arms, makes me a believer.  Wouldn’t you say so?”

Crystalis jumped down and disappeared as Carrie softly called out to her to come back.  Carrie stood up as Mr. Ellis said, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.  Whom were you talking to?” he asked, looking around the empty office.

Carrie stammered as she replied, “Ju-Ju-just talking to myself, sir.  Wondering why the computer wasn’t quite right,”

“Do you have my report finished?”  He demanded.

“Al-almo,” Carrie stopped talking and swallowed hard, then finished, “Almost, sir.  It will be finished in 10 minutes.”

Mr. Ellis stated, “It had better be.  You were told I needed it by 5 P.M. and it is 4:45 now.”  He turned and stormed back to his office.

Carrie quickly started typing again, trying hard to ignore Crstalis, who was now sitting on the keyboard.  Please, do not bother me now; I must get this report done in 10 minutes.”  Carrie begged.

Crystalis sat, swinging her legs over the keys, smiled at Carrie and said, “You’ll finish it perfectly in 8 minutes.”

“But I can’t concentrate with you sitting there grinning at me,” Carrie moaned.

“You are accomplishing the impossible. See how fast you are typing without mistakes?”  Crystalis replied.

Carrie couldn’t believe it but her fingers were fairly flying over the keyboard and the report would be finished in short order.  After the last sentence was typed, Carrie’s fingers stopped and she fell back into her chair, stretching those magnificent fast-moving fingers.  She then hit the “Print” key and watched the report feed out of the printer.  Carrie reached up to the keyboard and with her little finger, shook hands with Crystalis.  “You were wonderful, Crystalis, even if I don’t know how you did it.  I think I’ll keep you around,” Carrie laughed.

Her laugh was cut short as a male voice said, “Mr. Ellis said you were talking to yourself and I had to hear for myself.  I would never have believed it.”  Mr. Kramer was shaking his head in disbelief as Carrie spun around, a red blush creeping up her neck and face.

“I’ll take the report to Mr. Ellis, if you have it finished.”

Carrie was speechless as she handed the report to Mr. Kramer.  After he closed the door, Carrie sat down, put her head in her hands and cried, “Now I’ll never get that promotion, all because I’ve been caught talking to myself a couple of times.  Why, oh why did you have to pick on me now when I was very concerned about this promotion?”

Crystalis fluttered near Carrie’s ear and laughed, “You better dry your tears.  Mr. K. is returning.”

Carrie quickly checked her face in the hand-mirror from her desk drawer.  Everything was fine after she wiped away a tear and redid her lipstick.  She was busily closing down her computer when Mr. Kramer entered saying. “What gives?  Mr. Ellis said you couldn’t have finished the report that quickly.”

Carrie questioned him, “I’m sorry, were there to many mistakes in the report?”

“My, gosh, no!  It was perfect and crabby old Mr. Ellis is still shaking his head, wondering how you did it.”

Carrie said, “Well, I’ll never tell him how I did it.”

Mr. Kramer smiled and held out his hand as he said, “You know that my secretary is leaving this Friday and I’ll need a replacement for her on Monday.  I was wondering if you would fill the position?  I like your sense of humor and your work.”

Carrie reached out, took his hand and replied, “It’s a done deal, providing I don’t have to tell anyone how I finished that report so quickly.”

Mr. Kramer said, “Only if you want to tell someone,” as he felt a tiny fluttering caress his right cheek.

 

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