Realistic+-+The+Window+Washer

=The Window Washer = = =  “Where’s that presentation?” Sean’s boss, Mr. Dune, asked. Sean remembered he had to give the presentation on the company’s products today.

“Oh…I forgot about it, I promise I’ll have it for tomorrow. Just give me another day.”

“Okay, I’ll let it slide this time, but only because it’s the first project you’ve handed in late.”

“Thank you very much sir.”

“Remember Sean, if it happens again there will be serious consequences.”

“I’ll remember that.” Mr. Dune walked away and Sean could tell he was furious with him. “I can’t believe I forgot about that; I’m so stupid,” Sean said to himself over and over again. He looked at the clock and there were only 20 minutes left so he figured he would wait until he got home to start on it.

When Sean did get home it was 10p.m.; he had to hand in the project tomorrow at 9a.m. He worked only for an hour but he made the most of it. He got 1/3 of it done but those slides were the easiest ones to do. Tomorrow he had to describe the 20 products with as much detail as possible, each one on a separate slide. He had 3 hours to do that tomorrow so he figured he could get it done.

The next morning Sean woke up at five so he could get to work by six. After he got off the subway he ran to the elevator and took it up to the 14th floor. He turned on his Mac laptop and got to work. At around 7:30 he decided to take a short minute break.

He stood up and walked over to the window; he could see much of New York from where he was. He turned around to pick up his glass and when he turned back to the window, the window washer was right there. Sean never expected it so he fell over and spilt his coffee all over his computer: the computer that contained the presentation. “NO!” he screamed.

Mr. Dune came rushing in, “What’s wrong, Sean?”

“I spilled coffee on my computer and now I've lost the presentation.”

“How did that happen?”

Sean pointed to the window washer, “I turned back to the window and he was right there. it scared me so I fell and dropped my coffee on the computer.”

Mr. Dune pounded the desk closest to him, “Dang it, Sean!” he yelled, “I need that in an hour and a half. Do you have any idea what I’m supposed to tell my boss since I already delayed it?” The whole office was quiet. Nobody was moving, not even typing on computers.

“Tell him I did it, I’ll back you up,” he said quietly after a long awkward silence.

Mr. Dune seemed as if he was in shock, “Are you sure?” It will cost you your job.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay then, be in my office in an hour to meet with my boss,” he said as he walked away.

Once Mr. Dune was out of the room the rest of the employees rushed over to Sean, saying they would miss him and how they didn’t want him to go. Sean knew they didn’t mean it; none of them did. Everybody hated him because he had taken a job from somebody that had been working to get it for so long.

An hour later Sean walked into Mr. Dune’s office. His boss was standing, looking out the window. “Hello Sean,” Mr. Dune stated loud enough for his boss to hear, “please, sit down.” The big boss turned around to see Sean in the seat.

“I hear you don’t have the presentation,” the big boss asked Sean.

“That is true, sir.”

“Mr. Dune says you spilled coffee on your computer and that you’re willing to back him up.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You’re backing him up?” he questioned in a way that Sean knew it didn’t need to be answered. “Well then, I don’t want to do this but, Sean, I want you packed up and out of here in an hour. You’re fired!”