I tried to walk away from the car, but it was no use. Finally, I clicked the button on the remote and the car unlocked. I wrenched open the driver’s door and pulled the back of my skirt free from the latch.
Inspecting the damage, I found a large grease mark dead center at the back. I grabbed my waistband and tugged the skirt counterclockwise a quarter turn. Now all I had to do was keep to the right in the hallways and no one should know the difference.
Regardless of the skirt incident, I was still optimistic about the new job. This would make three jobs in five months and it was a personal best, even for me. It wasn’t that I was a bad employee. I just had really bad luck with businesses.
Like back in January. After just three weeks at a soft drink company, I arrived at work one morning to find that overnight a giant sinkhole had opened up under the factory. The building had collapsed into the void, putting a dozen people out of work. The owners were devastated and for the next couple of months, I couldn’t drink a diet soda without feeling a little melancholy.
By the time April rolled around, I had landed a job with a small weather instrument company. They made high end electronic sensing devices for the nation’s television and radio stations. Ironically, the manufacturer was destroyed by a tornado two weeks later. No one was hurt, but the newspaper editorials had been less than kind.
The only upside, if it could be called one, was that between employments, I had a guaranteed job working for my father at his auto dealership. Having paid my way through college with occasional part-time jobs changing oil and doing tune-ups, I was never really out of work.
That brought me to where I was today. After the last two jobs, I had incredibly high hopes for this one. Good solid foundation and not in a high risk tornado path.