Sleeping On The Glass Ceiling

Sleeping On The Glass Ceiling

by

SJ Wilke

Genre/s

Fiction, Romance

Publish Date

November 16, 2021

Short Description

In a sea of workers, you have to stand out.

Marcy is from a small farming community. She has two choices in life: marry a farmer or go to the city to find work. Considering there isn’t a farmer around that she isn’t related to, moving to the city is her only choice. She thinks she has what it takes and a few aces up her sleeve because she was an A student at her local Community college where she got her two-year degree in business. One of her cousins already lives in the city and has offered her a place to stay. Everything is going her way, right? Except, she finds out a two-year degree won’t even get hera job at a coffee shop. All is not what it seems with her cousin. And finding a job seems to depend on who you know. With success determined by finding the right man or knowing which one to sleep with.

She has to find something that sets her apart.

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There were three dragons. A blue one was to her right. The green to her left. The red was in front of her, blocking her way. It was the most vicious. She knew the trick to this scenario. With a flick of her thumb, her avatar used both hands to heave up her bosom before she threw meat to the green dragon. A tap of a button caused her avatar to flip and sidestep the blue one, which caused the red dragon to lunge at her, but the blue dragon got it in its way. She skidded beneath the red dragon and was almost to the throne that got her to the next level when she saw her mom peek her head around the doorway. Three of her fingers hit keys at the same time, pausing the game and switching the screen to a document that contained a list of things she needed to accomplish before the night was over.

“Mom. Mom.”

“Marcy, what are you doing? You have to pack. You’re leaving tomorrow and you’re wasting your time on that computer.”

“Mom. Mom. I’m just saying goodbye to my friends.”

She knew none of the people she gamed with were online. They lived in different time zones and it was the middle of the night for most of them. It was after ten pm where she was at on a Sunday.

“You and your computer games.”

“Mom. Mom. I’m not playing any games.”

“Why do you keep yelling ‘Mom. Mom?’”

Marcy laughed. “Because you keep saying you’ll miss it when I’m gone, so I’m getting you sick of it before I go.”

Her mom laughed.

“You don’t need to do that. I’m still going to miss you.”

Her mom was fussing through her suitcase.

“Mom. I’m almost twenty-one years old. I can pack my own suitcase. There’s not a lot I can take with me on the train.”

“You’re not taking your computer.” Her mom’s voice was firm.

“I know I can’t take the computer. I’m just taking clothes.’

“Do you have your suit?”

“Yes, I’m carrying that in the garment bag so it doesn’t get wrinkled, along with three blouses. Everything else will be in the suitcase.”

“It doesn’t look like much.”

“That is all I can carry on the train. Besides, I just need enough until I get a job. Crystal is providing a place for me to stay so I don’t need dishes or anything, you know.”

Crystal was her cousin who already lived in the city. Marcy knew she was one of the few advantages she had. The coveted place to stay.

“Karen says she has a nice apartment,” her momsaid. “And that she has a goodjob and can be a reference for you.”

Karen was her mom’ssister, Crystal’s mom.

“Yes, I know. I’m hoping my two-year degree gives me an edge. And being bilingual will help.”

“No one speaks anything other than English. You’re in the middle of the country. You won’t be dealing with refuges or migrant workers. We don’t even get migrant workers up here.”

Marcy didn’t like how her mom dismissed that skill. Her resume looked barren as it was. If anything, it provided some content. She thought her string of part-time jobs provided a sketchy job history.

“You’ll have no problem finding a job,” her mom said, sounding confident.

Her mom finished rifling through her suitcase and left the room. Marcy turned back to her list. No matter how many changes she made, including wearing a backpack purse, there was no way she could make room in the suitcase for her computer. If she had a laptop, that would be different, but she had a large monitor and CPU box.

“I just know Crystal is going to have a crappy computer.”

She hated the thought of relying on another person’s computer, which was necessary for job searches. Yeah, in a pinch, she could use her phone. In fact, she had already installed the job app and had sent out ten resumes with the assumption that she would be in the city by the time she needed to schedule interviews.

She rose to put the last items into the suitcase and zip it up. There wasn’t much use going to bed. They had to be at the train station by two am and had at least an hour’s drive to get there.

Her father was already in bed. He said his goodbyes at dinner, since he had to get up early to do farm chores. She hadn’t even left yet, and he was being mopey since she wouldn’t be around to help him. Her older brother, Nile, lived in a nearby town as a tile layer. He didn’t like farm work. Her younger brother, Jason, was more interested in chasing his girlfriend and being a bum. At least that’s what their father called him. Jason called himself an artist. She had no idea what his art was. He moved out as soon as he was eighteen. They hadn’t seen him since, and that was a year ago. He sent the occasional email to let them know he was still alive and to ask for money, which she knew her father would never send, but her mom did on the sly.

“Do you have a book to read on the train?” her mom said, coming back in.

“I have games on my phone.”

“What do you do when the battery runs out? You’ll need your phone to call Crystal so she can pick you up.”

“I looked into it and you can charge your phone on the train. I’ll have my charger with me.”

“You should bring a book.” Her mom left again.

Marcy picked up the suitcase, her garment bag, and her purseto take to the front door. She set down the suitcase and laid the garment bag over it, thenheaded to the kitchen with the purse to inventory the contents. Her train ticket and wallet were handy in a side pocket. She had stripped down what she usually carried. There was a pen and a small pad of paper. Her phone charger, can of mace, some tissue, gum, and breath mints were the remaining items. She was bringing little cash since she had her credit card and a debit card. At least she hadsome money in the bank. She was a good saver, enjoying putting her meager paychecks into savings rather than spending it.

She waited for her mom to join her, knowing her mom would question everything she had packed. Her mom soon came in.

“Is that enough lunch? Food on the train is expensive,” her mom said.

“I have energy bars, a big sandwich, pudding, and that bag of nuts. Oh, I need to bring my water bottle.”

She rose to grab it out of the cabinet and fill it up.

“Good thing I’m checking. You almost forgot something,” her mom said.

Marcy nodded. She set the bottle down and ran upstairs to double check her list. The water bottle wasn’t on the list. She had everything else. The sound of her mom coming back up the stairs told her there was no way she could continue to play her game. She ended it and shut the computer down.

Before she went back downstairs, she stepped into the bathroom to make sure she had packed all her toiletries. All she saw were her parents’ things. In the mirror, she saw a nervous brunette with big brown eyes.

“Fuck,” she said to herself, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “This all better work.”

Everyone knew she was going. She couldn’t fail. If she did, everyone would know it. Everyone knew everything. She thought there was way too much gossip.

She was half sleeping on the couch when her mom came in.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to go. Did you get any new emails from Crystal?”

“No. She’s sleeping by now. And has to work in the morning, but she said she’d be off by the time my train comes in. She says they’re rarely early.”

With both her and her mom carrying out items, it only took one trip to load the car. They drove the hour to the train station in silence.

Marcy didn’t know how she felt. There was the excitement due to moving out of her parent’s house. This was a new chapter in her life. T