In case your just joining, I’m talking about the trophy in the flash fiction I posted earlier. You can read it here.
This is based on a true story, unfortunately. For days, I’ve walked by a cubicle on my way to the bathroom with an empty stand, containing a note with a plea for a stolen trophy to be returned, no questions asked.
There was a conversation between myself and two co-workers about this today, most of it speculating on who could have taken it and why.
And before you ask: it was not me.
“Ann” didn’t deserve to have her trophy taken. She’s a sweet woman, always friendly, and good at what she does. I don’t know why she earned her accolades, but I’m sure she deserved it. I’m a fan of a good prank or joke, but this was neither. It was just mean.
I thought the person who would take Ann’s trophy and for what reason. Jealousy comes to mind, and the want to hurt a professional woman with a prize cane next.
“Ed” was a typical creation; typical because I have at least a dozen co-workers like him: a decade or more of service, little to no recognition, abrasive personality, and a hard lean to the right. And, God help me, I wanted to write the story from his perspective. And it felt disgusting.
But we all need to step a toe or two out of our comfort zone every now and again, right?
And that’s all on that subject. I hope the trophy find a its way home. It’s hard enough to get one around here unless your in the upper management’s boys club.