Post by Alyshea Pfoertner on May 24, 2017 11:42:47 GMT -5
Learning the family business, she supposed it would be worth the trouble if it made her father happy. She would need a career after all, seeing as he had put her through college and she had managed to graduate with half decent scores. But her heart was not really into the business scene. Industrial measuring devices. How bland could you get? Still, she had been performing well enough in her internship, which wasn’t too bad considering. It was only right that she learn the business from the ground up, well not the actual manufacturing but the advertising and sales aspect. She couldn’t imagine herself being a metal fabricator, having toured the factory and seen just how labor intensive it all was. Still, it was important to understand the product inside and out. Countless hours learning the principles behind bimetalic, gasexpansion, and resistance thermometers worked. Working with the sales team to come up with just the right data and consumer reports to promote their thermocouples over that of their competition, the ease of their digital transmitters and the functionality of their recording instrumentation. Some days she missed just running the fair circuits back in the states when her mom was sure that selling massage oils, scented candles, and meditation crystals was the good life. Sometimes…
Well the sales teams she was assigned to was off to Ohio trying to land that big Dupont contract, so she had packed up boarded the plane and tried not to choke on the airplane food. Meetings were pretty straight forward, the company even putting them up at a Holiday Inn Express, and arranging for a rental car. Thankfully she wasn’t the one having to drive them. She hadn’t been old enough to go to school when she and her father moved back to Germany after the divorce. The town was not laid out well at all. She hadn’t seen so many one way streets in her life. As it was her trainer got them lost twice despite the gps on her phone. She was glad when the presentation ended and she was finally freed up at last to explore the area a bit on her own. Oddly enough, or not, she was right at home in this area despite having not set foot in Ohio for nearly twenty years. She, however, was taking a cab and let them do the driving. Some 20 minutes later she was walking into the Sly Fox, a little pub the cabby recommended, looking like every bit the foreigner that she was.
Still, she had dressed in casual wear of jeans and a plain grey T-shirt all too happy to change out of her business attire, and was wearing ankle boots with her pant legs hanging down over the tops. Even so the modest heel gave a bit of a sway to her steps as she crossed the room and sat at the bar to order her drink. “Just whatever you have on tap, please”, she said to the bartender. Looking about the room she noticed that no one was smoking right away. The notice from the health department at the door made it clear this was no longer permitted. Just as well, she didn’t smoke anyway, she just found it odd for it didn’t fit her image of what a biker bar was like. Oh there was a pool table with the obligatory men in black leather jackets playing a high stakes game, dollar a game by the stack of bills laying on the railing. And there was the loud rock coming from the jukebox and the distinct smell of fried food in a vat of oil she suspected should have been changed about 3 days ago. And even some tasteful art upon the walls, beer ads etched upon mirror backgrounds.
She grinned as she took up the beer, something called PBR, whatever that was, and sipped of her drink. Her co-workers would have been shocked to see her in a place like this for she had thrown off the wild days of her rebellious teenage years quite before they saw her walk onto the scene. Why she chose to come to a place like this tonight she couldn’t say other than perhaps she was feeling nostalgic after the drudgery of her new career. It could just have easily have been attributed to being back in the area and some memory of tagging along side her father on one of his visits to drag her mother home from the bar. If so she couldn’t recall such things consciously for she had been much too young to recall all the details of those troubled years.
Finding the beer to be a bit tasteless, she looked at the menu written in chalk upon a slate behind the bar. “I think I will try the hot poppers. Sounds good”, she told the bartender. With any luck they would be spicy and help the beer go down better.
Word Count: 825
Well the sales teams she was assigned to was off to Ohio trying to land that big Dupont contract, so she had packed up boarded the plane and tried not to choke on the airplane food. Meetings were pretty straight forward, the company even putting them up at a Holiday Inn Express, and arranging for a rental car. Thankfully she wasn’t the one having to drive them. She hadn’t been old enough to go to school when she and her father moved back to Germany after the divorce. The town was not laid out well at all. She hadn’t seen so many one way streets in her life. As it was her trainer got them lost twice despite the gps on her phone. She was glad when the presentation ended and she was finally freed up at last to explore the area a bit on her own. Oddly enough, or not, she was right at home in this area despite having not set foot in Ohio for nearly twenty years. She, however, was taking a cab and let them do the driving. Some 20 minutes later she was walking into the Sly Fox, a little pub the cabby recommended, looking like every bit the foreigner that she was.
Still, she had dressed in casual wear of jeans and a plain grey T-shirt all too happy to change out of her business attire, and was wearing ankle boots with her pant legs hanging down over the tops. Even so the modest heel gave a bit of a sway to her steps as she crossed the room and sat at the bar to order her drink. “Just whatever you have on tap, please”, she said to the bartender. Looking about the room she noticed that no one was smoking right away. The notice from the health department at the door made it clear this was no longer permitted. Just as well, she didn’t smoke anyway, she just found it odd for it didn’t fit her image of what a biker bar was like. Oh there was a pool table with the obligatory men in black leather jackets playing a high stakes game, dollar a game by the stack of bills laying on the railing. And there was the loud rock coming from the jukebox and the distinct smell of fried food in a vat of oil she suspected should have been changed about 3 days ago. And even some tasteful art upon the walls, beer ads etched upon mirror backgrounds.
She grinned as she took up the beer, something called PBR, whatever that was, and sipped of her drink. Her co-workers would have been shocked to see her in a place like this for she had thrown off the wild days of her rebellious teenage years quite before they saw her walk onto the scene. Why she chose to come to a place like this tonight she couldn’t say other than perhaps she was feeling nostalgic after the drudgery of her new career. It could just have easily have been attributed to being back in the area and some memory of tagging along side her father on one of his visits to drag her mother home from the bar. If so she couldn’t recall such things consciously for she had been much too young to recall all the details of those troubled years.
Finding the beer to be a bit tasteless, she looked at the menu written in chalk upon a slate behind the bar. “I think I will try the hot poppers. Sounds good”, she told the bartender. With any luck they would be spicy and help the beer go down better.
Word Count: 825