TWO WEEKS NOTICE

Tick tock went the minute hand another time around the clock as Marvin watched nervously. Today was the day he had planned to turn his two weeks' notice in and he was looking for the right moment to do it that wouldn't cause a commotion. 

Most of the entire staff was on that day, but the early birds would be leaving within the hour, which Marvin thought would be a good time as staffers were in transition. His mind couldn't much focus on his work; his assignment was an ad for Mother's Day to promote the gift shop and online store where he worked. Marvin's job was as a graphic designer. 

This wasn't his ideal position, he dreamt of working in a large firm working on products people would see on TV or producing events that would cause the customer to buy. He didn't hate his current job, but after 6 mo. he knew he could do this job till his dying day and die a man with his song still left in him. He didn't want that he had seen what that had done to his father and a few other close members to the family and it tore him up. This was the reason Marvin had worked so hard in school, thinking that after graduation, he'd land a job that would put him on the map and make his family proud. What he was doing now put food on the table for himself and no one else. Yet he felt like he was settling hiding out for 6-7 hours a day in a warehouse office listening to a 70's rock music playlist on repeat. 

Yes, at the time leading up to the day things transpired that made him question his decision to leave. It was a heartfelt conversation on a break with another staffer that the complicated attraction that developed with the Marketing assistant, the only female working in the warehouse. Yet Marvin was steadfast in his effort to call it quits realizing she was just a flirt. 

Another 45 minutes passed, and the Gypsy woman was playing again over the sound system. The design on his computer screen looked the same as when he had opened the file that morning. Marvin had noticed the Marketing assistant had her shirt unbuttoned enough to show her breastplate tattoo across her chest as he caught the glimpse as he passed by her at a desk assisting a staffer in some corrections leaning over to point on the screen just kept the mystery of her allure alive. 

The person Marvin was keeping an eye on was his Project Director, a family man with a dry sense of humor and in-depth knowledge of things pop cultures like comic book heroes and 80's movies. Marvin could tell he wasn't going to get along with this guy reasonably quickly after he had replaced the Project Mgr. that worked when Marvin was hired. 

Now the early bird staff had just left, and all that remained was the Marketing asst., himself, Project Mgr., and one lone staffer set to go any minute. Marvin readily his letter, which he had researched how to write on his office computer week's prior. As he glanced and saw the PM at his desk and everyone else on break, he felt it was his chance. Marvin approached the PM who never was really looked him in the eye and handed him the letter. In Marvin's heart, he knew he had to sink or swim or otherwise after this job, but he couldn't let his soul down and let it end up dying there.