Flash Fiction- Bones-An Unlikely Chain Reaction
Popular Ski Lodge
"The starting pay is crappy and ski season makes a saint want to sin. The help we hire are bums who accept the job to ski and shack-up with guests. During the off season, it's our job to lay people off." Anne's face was grim.
I wasn't sure I wanted the job in personnel, but Anne was already filling out my employee folder.
"You start Monday. Here's a list of names of people that you can carpool with. The ten mile drive up the mountain is tricky."
"Thanks, " I murmured. Other than motels, restaurants, bars and ski rental shops, jobs weren't plentiful.
"You need a down jacket and good quality boots."
"Great," I could see dollar signs before I'd earned a cent.
The job wasn't hard. Anne was lazy, talking to friends most of the day on the phone.
There's one on every job. The assistant manager was a male chauvinist and an octopus with his hands.
The last secretary I hired for him quit after three weeks. Enough!
Lunch was a high point. The resort let employees eat restaurant leftovers.
The lunch entree was barbecued ribs; my perfect inspiration. I ate the ribs saved the bones in a plastic bag and slipped it into my desk drawer.
The next morning, I put the bag in an inter-office mailbag addressed to Assistant Manager. With the bones I included a note: YOU DIRTY DOG EAT THESE BONES BEWARE!
Anne rarely went to staff meetings, but she went the next day. Apparently the manager was accused. He punched the assistant manager in the nose after some creative name calling. The assistant manager quit. Anne broke her leg skiing two days later.
The new manager and assistant manager are professionals. I love my job.