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[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "reflect". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]
Reflect- Squiddy Geiger - September 20, 2012
Danny muttered wetly as he slogged through the rain. If it wasn't bad enough that he'd had a crappy day at work, the fucking heavens had decided to take a leak on him. Yes, the gods hated him, and today was no exception.
Three years with the company, and where was he? Three years of promises, three years of admonishments to wait, three years of bullshit. Where was he? right where he'd started, doing the same job, day after day. Sure, the names on the phone changed, but the work was always the same. "Tech support, Danny speaking. How may I help."
Rodney had been full of enthusiasm when he'd hired on. The company was growing, there was room for a keener like him. Hell, three years, and they still didn't have a benefit plan, and no sign of the stock options that had been dangled in front of him. Whenever he approached Rodney or Simone, it was always "We're working on it, but we still can't quite do it."
A fast moving car flew by close to the curb, hitting large puddle, showering him with muddy water. He just looked after it, unable to raise enough enthusiasm to shake a fist at it. His thoughts continued. "That's right. Even complete strangers dump on me. Why should they be any different?"
Six months ago, he'd talked to Rodney, and had been promised that things would change. Oh, they had, but only that his title was now "Support Analyst" instead of "Support Technician." Because "analyst being a much more impressive word than "technician", of course.
"Tomorrow," he thought. "Tomorrow I'll make a formal request for improvement." He kicked at a puddle, uncaring now, soaked to the bone. "Yes, and if they don't improve things, I'm gone. Six months to make changes. Not a day more." Another car splashed him, and he flipped the driver off. "Six months..."