Template:Adminpick/January 2018

It was supposed to be such an uneventful day, but overhead the clouds churned and plotted.

Rebecca Madison saw, and she heard the roaring of the wind against her car, but she didn’t care. It was warm inside, so what did the fierce cold outside have to do with her? It didn’t matter.

There were only two things that mattered to Rebecca in that moment. The first was the clock, and the numbers on it. “7:46”, it read. It was 7:46 on a Monday morning, and she needed to be at her desk at SMC, a pneumatics manufacturer, by 8:00. Her drive had another fifteen minutes to go, at least, and that was hoping against all odds that she could hit every green light.

She knew that wouldn’t happen, but she didn’t worry about it just yet. She was still far in the country. The road before and behind her was empty. She pushed the speedometer from “65” to “70” MPH.

She worked relations. Not glamorous, but it was all she had, and she was damn good at it. Lately, however, she’d been pushing her luck. She’d made arriving late a bad habit. Well, it’s easy when it’s never noticed. It wasn’t consistent. Not every day, but at least twice a week she slipped in under the bell. The game had changed when her supervisor noticed, and since their little talk last week everything got more complicated. Everything was too complicated as of late.

That was thanks, majorly, to her other concern back home. Her mother. (Read more...)