The Eaghams Weekly: Short Stories No.4: David

David



By The Eaghams

Note from the author: This story is about the character David at work, looking at different attitudes in the different segments of society. David's world brings together different segments he has encountered in London into one seamless whole - in an expression of genuine individuality. I hope you enjoy this one. The Eaghams. 

David was honest to a fault. It made him seem like a child again in 
his lack of ego, and he lacked the moody edge that gave his contemporaries massive amounts of respect. David favoured being honest, not to be confused with being cynical, he was too arrogant to be civil and kind saying that was for posh people who were no more arrogant than he was, just better off. This was a new job, after working with Little John, or so he was known - they went their separate ways, of course. 

He learned to appreciate the professionalism of his peers for it's expression of self-restraint, tolerance. His brears were always full ofcomplaint against the world steeped in the lazy attitudes of the crooks who felt entitled to it all but didn't do it all, they would blurtout state secrets giving people offence. 

Some of the Asians were always saying 'innit', the slang I note and am familiar with - but is it because they had to join the segments of society,that they felt excluded from Middle England where Macdonalds owned the land to some of their minds - that they needed to remind themselves to be 'in it' to acknowledge self, 'I'. More than football teams, the local scores, you have to be 'in it to win it', as they say.    

David made an opening joke but because he was unbalanced on his first day, everyone had to just silently ignore it but they were benevolently present to him although they didn't have time for nonsense, they were all around his age, and all had good shoes. 

His colleagues at work were sarcastic and called a whole lot of things ridiculous. Their mugs had stupid slogans, in the name of 'getting creative.' They wore oafish jumpers. When his friends exclaimed ridiculous, it meant the thing was fire, that it was good, who of the three were preposterous however, is only a subjective view, they all had their foibles.

His colleagues were good on their p's and q's, but they lived in a very reserved cultural climate that was a quagmire of similar attitudes and beliefs on life it was not very broad in it's scope, their outlook. Not New York. No. people who were shy of looking idiots, became idiots of their hesitation, over time. They apologised profusely about everything, they were professionals. A conformity that forgot the individual as an interpretation of their conformity as relating to who one is beyond just the consideration of one's employer they mentionedat parties.

They greeted the mailroom coordinator who franked the post with a smile (he came in once every second Thursday). The admiration of his tall stature they had admired such figures in the Hollywood flicks, he was from the Carribean, he fit the bill perfectly! They wanted him on their team. Sometimes he was rapt in attention, and it perturbed them somewhat, but he did the post, they thought he might be in a mood - but everything was groovy. Enlisted power, for they all sought to be politicians in their free time, with back up, and boss cartel connections and funds.

David rushed off to work, everyone was reading the train paper, time whizzed by. There was strict conformity in the rush hour, there was no space for walking one's way. That was the strategy.

They talked round issues with snide emails and innuendos back and forth that David found it frustrating more than baffling. He often preferred to talk to colleagues face-to-face. There was something un-uniform about his forthrightness, it made him seem more authentic, more raw, less neutral and calm and professional. Perhaps the just had a personality that made those without one reliant more on 'rules' of behaviour. Enthusiasm irritated them, they were more introverted and boring and David should just be cool, he didn't have much paperwork on at that time. He could be loud when he was with his friends, it was a place to work, and it got busy on Fridays at the office, but work is completed at 5.30pm.

David would occasionally blurt our the wrong words, but the more mature senior executives would smile at him wryly, such as Michael, he chuckled at David. They enjoyed his company, they where on his team, so to speak. They pay and their lifestyles were grand, their personalities colourful, when they answered their phones, it wasn't to any mafiaosos so the tone was not too lion low. 

If you enjoyed this short story, explore our other short stories here on the blog. 

1. Imtiaz 
2. Mustapha 
3. Adventures of Zhi Xin 
4. Samuel The Philosopher 
5. Little John  
6. Ali and Some Books 
7. James Changzhu 
8. Samantha, Luke and Nigel 
9. Angela 
10. Agnieska 
11. The Boy from Bath 
12. After The War
13. Jack and Joseph 
14. Actor Dude
15. The Workplace
16. On Motivation
17. Joe Bloggs
18. Ali and Some Books
 

The EaghamsWRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Eaghams Blog. His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams



ARTIST BIO:The Eaghams aka Zubyre Parvez is an Urban Indie singer songwriter from London. His song The Roots was played on BBC 1Xtra by DJ Excalibuh. He has collaborated with artists such as Mr Hectic and Jason Air formerly of Island records. He has played at The Garage, and various open mics.
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