Randy received a call into the help desk. He was on call tonight, so he picked up the phone and wearily said, “Ronson’s Help Desk, this is Randy. How may I help you tonight?” He hoped the caller didn’t realize just how tired he was. He was supposed to sound cheerful and helpful.
“The hallway on floor five is very dim. Could you come up here and look into it? It is probably a burned-out bulb. Hopefully, it is just the bulb, not the whole light, like last month.”
With a deep sigh, Randy assured the caller that he would promptly address the issue. He swiftly equipped his tool belt and made his way to the elevators, maintaining a professional demeanor despite his personal feelings.
The elevator bell dinged for the fifth floor, and Randy got off. He spotted a tenant, a young man, standing in the hallway, pointing to the light fixture at the end of the hall. He walked down to meet him.
“Hey, what’s up? You said something about the whole light having gone out last month. Do you think that is what happened again?”
“I don’t know anything about electricity, but the guy that worked here last month had to replace the whole fixture.”
“Let me see if I have a bulb to fit this light. It looks like it takes a special kind of bulb.”
“Yeah, man, it’s a fluorescent light, and they have special tube light bulbs. I hope you have one downstairs since I don’t see you carrying one now.”
“I will have to go back down and get one. I saw a box of them in the workroom. Give me a minute, and I will be right back.”
Randy returned to the elevator and hit the button for the first floor so it would take him back to his office. He found the box of bulbs and took one out. He hoped he could manage to replace the bulb. He wasn’t really handy when it came to this type of thing. He shouldn’t have taken this job. He wasn’t really a handyman type. If he messed this up, they would probably fire him. He had convinced the man he could do it, but he was having his doubts.
He returned to the fifth floor and put the small ladder under the light. He had remembered to bring a screwdriver, so he started to take the screws out. Removing the old bulb, he placed the new one in its place and tightened it down. The light came on, and he mentally cheered. He didn’t want the tenant to realize just how much he was sweating this out. Tomorrow, he needed to find a new job. He couldn’t handle this one, and changing a bulb is simple. Heaven only knows what else might come up that he will have to deal with.
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He is not suited to this job ❤
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That is for sure LOL! I write so many stories I had to go back to figure out what one you were referring to.
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