Mortimer George Creations

 This is the birth of a non-fiction book about one black man’s life in corporate America.   It challenges perceptions and diversity through vivid thoughts and recollections.  The road is peculiar if you don’t fit the status quo in the vast and oft-times closed-door world of suits, business casual and acronyms.  We hope to enlighten and cause change.  The characters being portrayed will remain anonymous for privacy reasons.   Enjoy this excerpt of randomness..

excerpt:

Some may call it God’s will, some fate, some might say life is choice-driven, others claim the stars were lined up perfectly in the atmosphere.  Maybe it was the scorching California sun that was lined up perfectly for him or maybe not.  For sake of argument, let’s just say shit happens for a reason and good and bad shit will happen just because of your own resolve every now and then.

It all started for George, long, long ago when for no other reason  than to relax and consume his favorite gin and tonic  he decided to take a day off from work. He had plans only to chill on the couch, eat, slouch back on the couch, have another round, pig out on some chips, back to the couch.  You know, standard, California resident type of day.  It was the kind of morning that presumably started with plans to move his ass.  Maybe run some errands.  He always thought the word “Maybe” was  a Los Angeles lifestyle for the upscale similar to being,  fashionably late.   Maybe get some gas, or maybe purchase some groceries, but it never materialized because  he willfully stepped into a pile of quicksand and  vegetated effortlessly on the couch, as is the case for most maybe’s.  He was in a zone and any movement would fully screw up the moment. That was him on this day, an unmovable, muscular piece of lard…

Then the phone rang…

“Oh Shit”, he said.  He didn’t have an answering machine so the phone just kept ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing endlessly. “Shit”,  he said again…

Finally out of pure disdain for the callers persistency he picked up the phone. It. Was. The. Job.  “Why! Why! why!” did he  have to move. Why couldn’t he just remain stuck in the quicksand, go into a near death coma and enjoy his day. All these random thoughts were playing in his head while he held the receiver and just stared at it as if the phone itself was the culprit. He wanted to slap the taste out of the phone. Slam it ala World Wrestling Federation on the hardwood floor and proceed to choke hold it.  At least beat it up, or cuss at it. …WTF is that,  stupid? It’s a frickin phone!, he thought. George glared at the phone for a few more seconds then muttered the most aggravated, you fucked up my buzz type of hello known to man, “hell- o”.

The caller  proceeded to babble about a customer at the counter that wanted to talk to him, but he wasn’t there…no shit Sherlock that’s why he was on the other end of the phone right now!, he thought.  I’m. not. there. Leave me alone. Deal with it, he continued to think. Hell, he didn’t work alone, go get another one of  the zombie co-workers to assist, he thought further. Finally, she got the hint he had no desire to converse about work. At that very moment and probably out of spite for his lack of  give a damn, she dropped a life altering nuclear bomb on him and it went something like this…

“By the way, I hired a new girl in the office who started today and I just wanted to let you know she’s extremely beautiful and I know you and I’ve seen you and I’ve seen how the females like…Well, you better leave her alone because she’s young, and beautiful and I don’t want her distracted and I know you”.  What the!, he thought to himself.  “Talk about peaking his interest beyond the point of no return already.  Job well done.  Sure, he’ll leave her alone. since. he’s. not. at. work. today! …why even go there and share how “hot” the new girl is and then back it up with a challenge that he’d better leave her alone…Challenge fully accepted.

After a few more minutes of pretending to be disinterested in the new hottie hire,  and promising never to set foot in their department again while he consciously sat with his  legs crossed, fingers crossed, arms crossed and penis crossed, he finally said all the right things in order to get her off the phone. He reflected,  It was a rather odd phone conversation which was mostly  tongue in cheek, yet very surreal… Rational actions thoroughly dismissed proceed without caution.  He daydreamed about the charming conversation he would have with the new young hire.

He sank back in the quicksand  and rationalized the conversation from start to finish because that’s what he normally did under THC Gin. He had obviously created a perception about himself that warranted this shit. While he reflected on the perception of him he quickly came to the conclusion that, maybe it was earned.  However, he further thought,  did the perception warrant a pre-call to his home phone?  Was he being treated the same as any other gawking male or female employee in the building?  Was he being watched more closely than everyone else? All questions he ultimately wanted answered. But he knew he wasn’t totally innocent of the perception either.

After all, he did date the (no longer employed with the company) receptionist  who he brought  to the Aftermath of the company Holiday Party: Top 10 WTF moments!.  He did walk into the company on the first floor of his building,  introduce himself and date the pretty lady other guys just gawked over. He was always invit ed to happy hour every weekend by his female co-workers and some nights ended with one on one time while not crossing the line, too much (more on this later).  Was he just the “Distinguished  Gentleman” everyone wanted to be associated with?  The suave token.  He never had a complaint filed against him.  Well, self, he thought… you’re still single, you’re  young, you’re comfortable around females and this chick must be hot as  hell for him to get a call on his day off to leave her alone without even so much as a meet and greet.

There are moments in life when  decisions, or the sun, or a pyramid or God’s will changes the direction of your life. He was about to embark on a roller coaster full of  judgement calls, perceptions and a heavy dose of  reality.  Little did he know that his willingness to dismiss rational or irrational actions  would change the course of his life for a lifetime.  Deep down he wanted more than ‘hot’ and he was about to get just that, immediately.  But was he ready?  Is there room on the bestseller list for, The suave token?

~The Beginning~