44

No one, especially not 44, would expect what followed after the invention of the ‘Super Entertainment Network Systematic Active Technological Interactive On-track Node’, which was eventually shortened to SENSATION for obvious reasons.

 

Eugene Gilbert Dwight, creator of SENSATION, sat smugly at his dusty computer watching the latest advertising video that would draw in millions of dollars to the company. It would also make a tidy increase in his personal bank balance over the next few months. Eugene pushed his thick glasses further up the bridge of his nose, clicked the ‘end video’ link and sat back in his desk chair that had seen better days. He grinned until his face hurt.

 

“44”, the overhead intercom announced. “Please report to Mr Preston’s office in five minutes.”

 

Carl Preston’s an okay boss I suppose, Eugene thought,but he only climbed the ladder of success with out-dated software games. He rose and put on his jacket still smiling. With his hands shoved deep into bulging pockets of his baggy trousers, Eugene left cubicle 44. He strolled with his head held high between endless rows of doorless cubicles each numbered and accommodating an unknown geek working monotonously in their narrow workspaces. At the far end of the long building he knocked on the door of Preston’s twelve-by-twelve air-conditioned office.

“You wanted to see me, Mr Preston?”

 

“Yes, sit down, 44.”

 

Eugene sat but he left his hands in his pockets. He fidgeted with an iPod in one pocket and his mobile phone in the other. He preferred multiple gadgets; not like these new all-in-one inventions they had been selling in this dump lately. He relaxed. It was a good feeling to know that SENSATION is too perfect for a delayed unveiling.

 

“We have a media release tomorrow for SENSATION,” Preston was saying while continuing at his computer. “We’ll be using the video I emailed to you this morning.” He sat back in his chair. “However, after considerable negotiations with both the Executive Management of this company and the media, it’s been agreed unanimously that will represent SENSATION at the press conference.”

 

With hands suddenly still within his pockets, Eugene stared at his supervisor in disbelief. “But it’s my invention. You know how hard I worked on this project. I worked unpaid overtime for six months to develop SENSATION to perfection before I revealed it to you.”

 

Preston sighed and raised his hand, palm forward. “I know, I know,” his voice more relaxed and sincere. “This is business, Eugene. Your place is working on your next invention. You’ll be rewarded financially for your design and efforts, but you have known from the beginning, whatever is invented in our workshop belongs to Super Techno Entertainment. Plain and simple”

 

“But that’s not fair.”

 

Preston returned to his business tone. “Life’s not fair 44, but a contract is a contract. I’ll send a copy of the paperwork you signed when you joined the company eight years ago if you want.”

 

He paused to lean forward. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll ask if your name can be mentioned as part of the team for the invention. It’s the best I can do. I have also informed 3 to swap with your cubicle after work tonight. I need a good man nearby. What do you think?” It’s a huge promotion from ’44’.

 

Eugene was still absorbing the “team” part. “Team? What team?”

 

Preston offered a little further expansion on his offer, which Eugene considered reluctantly, but he was still annoyed over his lost chance to make Eugene Gilbert Dwight known in the technology circles via this press conference.

 

“It was a one-man team—Eugene’s one-man team,” he mumbled.

 

Preston’s tone became serious. “It’s a take it or leave it offer, 44.”

 

“Okay, okay. I guess that $10,000 bonus will help me out.” A little self-esteem returned as he shook Preston’s hand.

 

“I’ll see you again after we complete the press conference and media release,” Preston said as he stood. “You’ll be the first to see it.”

 

Eugene stood and forced a smile then left.

 

“Oh, and Eugene,” Preston added apologetically. “Don’t forget to empty all the rubbish bins in the workshop every day. It’s part of cubicle 3’s allocated duties.”

 

© Chrissy Siggee

 

I’m Daddy’s Little Princess

I spilt my juice twice this morning,

before I went to school—

It was mother’s final warning;

I broke her golden rule.

 

In class I found an old crayon,

I used it on the wall.

My teacher—she did carried on;

She didn’t like my scrawl.

 

There’s a boy in school—he won’t share,

his name is Peter Kirk…

He scribbled a word on my chair;

he really is a jerk.

 

At lunch I told him he was rude,

I got blamed for that smut!

He said I had an attitude,

I kicked him in the butt.

 

I hid behind the toilet block,

ripped the ears off his bear,

and stayed out there ‘til two o’clock—

Call my mum—I don’t care.

 

At three I went home on the bus

and thought about my day—

My brother made an awful fuss,

I think I’ll run away.

 

Oh no! there’s Mum tapping her foot;

She’s waiting at the gate

I wonder now—should I stay put,

or take my daily fate.

 

But Mum, it wasn’t really me,

That’s all I can recall—

I’m Daddy’s little princess see,

and he won’t mind at all.

 

© Chrissy Siggee

 

 

 

 

Locked Out!

‘Geraldine! Open the door. Please, let me explain.’

 

‘Go away, Mum! I don’t want to talk to you.’

 

‘Please understand, Geraldine. I had to do it.’

 

‘That’s just so lame.’ Geraldine rolled her eyes. ‘You’re pathetic.’

 

Geraldine’s mobile phone played her favourite Red Hot Chili Peppers song: Nobody Weird like Me. She grabbed her iridescent purple phone from the bed and checked the caller ID. Crystal’s photo appeared on the screen. ‘Hi, Crystal, I’m not really in the mood to talk.’

 

‘Geraldine, what’s going on? I was about to knock on your front door when I heard you screaming.’

 

‘Where are you now?’

 

‘At your front gate. Where are you?’

 

‘In my bedroom, but…’

 

‘I’ll come round to your window.’

 

Geraldine was about to argue but realized Crystal had rung off. By the time she opened the window Crystal was outside waiting.

 

To Geraldine’s relief, Crystal kept her voice quite. ‘So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?’

 

Geraldine turned and threw herself back onto the bed. ‘I can’t believe she did it.’

 

‘Did what?’ Crystal asked, raising her voice to a hoarse whisper to be heard from where she stood in the garden.

 

‘She threw Dad out.’

 

Crystal climbed through the window. ‘He’s been drinking again, huh?’

 

‘Just because he likes a drink after work…’ Geraldine bit her lip and paused. ‘It wasn’t his fault that he hit her last night.’ She began to cry.

 

‘Hey, girl, you can’t possibly think he should stay if he’s hitting her.’

 

‘But, he’s my dad and it’s his home too.’

 

Geraldine’s best friend sat beside and put an arm around her shoulder. ‘Do you remember when my mother threw my dad out?’

 

‘That’s different, Crystal; he was beating you and your brother. I remember going to the hospital with you when he broke your arm.’

 

‘Like, before that, he was hitting my mother. She used to hide out the backyard until he fell asleep, but then he started beating us instead. Yes, Geraldine, that’s why she threw him out, but do you think your mother is going to wait for that to happen to you? Your mother knows what we went through.’

 

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door and Geraldine accepted a tissue from Crystal to wipe her eyes.

 

Her mother’s voice was croaky. ‘Geraldine, can we talk?’

 

‘Ok, Mum, just a minute.’

 

Crystal gave her Geraldine a quick hug before she climbed back out the window. As she waved goodbye, Geraldine took a deep breath before opening the door.

 

 

© Chrissy Siggee

 

 

Patience

Waiting is always difficult and so often we feel it’s wasted time. Patience can be difficult to find in many situations.

Some waiting pet hates:

* Waiting in a doctor’s surgeries, especially when the doctor is getting close to being an hour late.

* Being stuck in traffic.

* Waiting in a queue at the supermarket.

* Waiting for that important phone call or email.

And my favourite:
* Being kept ‘on hold’ on a phone call so you can speak to the right person/department after pressing numbers in reply to mechanical voices.

Maybe you can add more of your own pet hates that take all the patience you can muster.

There is the struggle of waiting patiently on the Lord’s timing. We need to be aware that our waiting is a human factor that can be both aggravating and disappointing.

Someone told me once that ‘wait’ is God’s middle name. Is God always the instigator of waiting? Does he use these waiting times for His glory and purpose? Answers to these questions can cause further frustration in the waiting game, but God can use all these kinds of waiting to build patience for His Glory.

Galatians 6:9 says: And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

Romans 5:3-5 says: And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

Christ teaches us patience through His Word. Experience also teaches us patience. We can’t always see God working in the times of waiting but if we take a look back after the event, we’ll see that He was there all the time and that His timing is always perfect.

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible