This week I’ve rolled the dice and I’m starting a new story. No title yet but the roll is as follows.
Character roll: Clock face, time? Maze? Machinery. Is my MC a factory worker? An assembly line drone? Factory worker on the graveyard shift. Infestation? Reminiscent of night shift. Don’t want to go in that direction. Gonna try something different. Main Character is a disgruntled worker pissed at being passed over for a promotion.
Beginning: Question mark / theater faces, happy, sad / Insect, bug
Middle: Moon / Eye / Sleeping figure
End: Fire / Embarrassed expression / Scales
You’re welcome to use the roll to create our own story. I’d love to see what you come up with.
Managed 514 words, I’ve an idea of where this is headed, but I’m not sure if I can pull it off. We’ll see.
It was the story of my life, a day late and a dollar short. Take my job for instance, I’m a welder on an assembly line. I’m the fastest they’ve got and can lay a line of dimes that would make any welder worth his salt jealous. Every weld, every time is as near perfect as possible. Yet when they needed someone to oversee the line, who do they get? Not me. That’s for sure. No, they gave the job to that pencil neck Simon. All he does is wander the line with his hands in his pocket, making sure we do our jobs right. The bastard doesn’t even know how to weld. I’ve never seen him weld anything and I’ve been here since the beginning. Why don’t they give the job to someone who actually knows what they’re doing, instead of a college kid whose only smarts come from between the covers of a book.
In a way you could say I shot myself in the foot. After all those who can do, and those who can’t, oversee the rest of us. I understand why they wouldn’t want to pull me from the line. I mean since I’d been here over ninety percent of my work has come down the line like it’s supposed to. In the beginning it wasn’t like that, we call gotta start somewhere, but I proved to be a fast learner and picked up the knack for welding pretty quick. But now I’ve got this wannabe watching over my shoulder and it more than a little irritating. The thought has crossed my mind to screw up a few times, just to see their reaction, but it’s not in my nature to do that. I guess the best thing I can do is let this all blow over, but still, it irks me no end.
I can’t believe this asshole. He came to me today to tell me, in front of everyone else, that I needed to adjust my welds. They were a tad bit off, he said. Little pencil neck prick couldn’t tell an undercut from an underfill and he’s gonna tell me I need to adjust my welds. I had half a mind to walk right into the CEO’s office and tell the whole board to kiss my rosy, red ass. But I didn’t, I took it like a man, and turned back to the line to adjust my weld as he said. But I will tell you this. If I see the prick outside of work, I’m not gonna be so kind.
One day led to the next and I kept my head down, focused on the work at hand. Simon wandered the line every day, a constant reminder of my failings, and my thoughts, I’m ashamed to say, drifted into more frightening territory. The line’s a dangerous place to work. You’ve got heavy equipment moving about, the line itself moves of its own accord and there have been several instances in the past when hapless workers became distracted long enough for the line to get them. It was never a pretty sight, but I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of Simon falling victim to the line.
To be continued.