What’s the first thing someone sees when they discover Figment? YOUR stories! Everyday, five fig-tastic stories get a special 24-hour feature on our homepage. In case you didn’t catch them at first glance, here are the stories on today’s homepage and a little insight behind the daily theme.
We were a little sad to hear that this upcoming season of The Office (the 9th!) will be the show’s last. Luckily, Figment is jam-packed with awesome stories about the workplace. Here are the five we chose for today’s homepage featured stories. And scroll to then end to check out one of our all-time favorite scenes from The Office (we may or may not have played this joke on someone at Figment HQ).
The Business Man by cynthiarox66
Mr. Cable liked to think of himself as a good sales associate. He ran the little shack of a store in the corner of 99th street. The neon sign in fancy script read Bath and Bed, except that it actually said B th and ed. Mr. Cable himself sat behind the little black desk. He would twiddle his thumbs and wait for them to come. The answer was patience. A smile, a few well-placed comments, and little wink of the eye, and on most benevolent days, he could sell a chair or two.
The Family Business by Stormy Nichols
I check the time, it is 6:00 which means I need to be there at 7:30, I quickly dress in a black long sleeved shirt, black pants, black converse and pull a pink hoodie over my head so I won’t look so suspicious in the store. I apply mascara and that is as far as I go with make-up and then pull my long brown hair into a high pony tail. I look innocent and about four years younger than I actually was.
I roll my eyes. I hate dealing with the Charmings. Bunch of snobs that don’t know a golden apple from a poisoned one. They’re always getting into some kind of trouble, and Prince is the worst. He’s this sniveling little whiner with flippy hair he paid way too much money for. Spoiled twit. I guess his parents expected as much when they named him “Prince.”
Office Romance by aaron friedman
it tells me to arrive at my desk at 9:00 am
and smile at the secretaries and executive secretaries
and drink another cup of coffee while i type –
a child’s smile on my face, reflecting on my screen –
picking up the blinking, ringing telephone
to announce that, “This is Aaron.”
Working the Night Shift by Yowlot
Just don’t mess it up Casey, I thought, scowling darkly as I remembered my parents frantic fretting over me and how worried they were that I might make a mistake. It was the family business that I was carrying on after all, and any mistake that I made would reflect on that of my father and mother – or so they both said (and reminded me multiple times till it was an endless mantra drilled into my brain).