Induction Day

This is my 100-word story for Velvet Verbosity #396. The prompt for this week is the work ‘inspect.’

Induction Day

“It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it,” said Norma cheerfully.
Melanie groaned. She hated cheerful co-workers.
And the whole room stank.  Was she really this desperate for money?
Norma inspected the specimen on the table.
“Disgusting,” she said.
Melanie agreed, but knew if she opened her mouth the contents of her stomach would pop out.
“How can parents feed their babies this processed rubbish?” continued Norma. “It makes terrible poo.”
She wiped the baby’s bum, dropped everything into a polythene bag and handed it to Melanie, who decided that being a crèche assistant absolutely wasn’t for her.

©Siobhán McNamara

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4 Responses to Induction Day

  1. Oh, I don’t think I’d much want that job either!
    My main co-worker is sometimes awfully chipper and sometimes a real crab. Sometimes I really enjoy working with him, other times I would like to dump him off in a ditch somewhere.
    Here is the secret: I’m my main co-worker. I’m an independent contractor, mostly handyman type work. 🙂
    I enjoyed reading this piece. Actually I don’t mind babysitting, but generally it is only relatives who might ask me to do so.


    • I have four kids and I thought there was a time I would never getting beyond changing nappies/diapers, especially as I have a strong sense of smell. It’s one thing when it’s your own kids that you love to bits, I can’t imagine doing it for a living!


  2. How interesting, I’ve never heard that term “crèche assistant” before. I had to look it up. What’s the origin?


  3. John Yeo says:

    Fact or fiction the thought is food for inspection~ 🙂


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