Tomorrow I sail. For I am Khaleesi of Customer Experience, Bluetoothed, Champion of Usability and The Bug-free.

Once in the land they call Corporatica, I shall scale that labyrinth of low-walled cubes, joust the posturing leagues of middle management and endure the spiritual famine they call the lunch meeting, I shall not fear. Yea, though the futile machinations of ambition do cause the moneyhands to wrench the profit from the margin, I shall slay Monday. And Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. And on that Friday I will claim my prize and dwell in the land of the positive bank balance (for at least a few days).

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This has been an edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. This week’s photo courtesy Rochelle. To read more flash fiction or to submit your own, click the blue froggy button:

(this means you, Sharon & Peter)

Note: This week’s photo was especially inspiriting and I found myself writing not one, but four pieces. And of course I picked the one that had the least literal interpretation and might cause you to wonder about my grip on reality. Ah well, you should see the sort of things I write in my self evaluations  and the emails I send to senior management.