Working Class Cry Listen here, son. We cant keep you here. We cant keep you on board. You dont have the experience. You dont have what it takes to be a salesman or woman like our others. They speak up. They dont let their work show for itself. They give me an ingratiation I deserve. You havent. You have quietly plodded along. I cant keep track of the quiet ones. You just dont have the personality for it. The boss said this all so matter-of-fact. He said it with the normal managerial, salesman-like pitch. And the man, embarrassed, harassed to advance only to hear this, just slowly leaned back and opened forward.............his mouth, Ha. Youre a funny one. At least you were honest with me. Most wouldnt be. We both know that little incident of me sternly requesting my demands though has something to do with it. I stood up and spoke up. It just wasnt the way youd like. I only mentioned how I should better myself and didnt express the faults of others. Instead of trying to bring someone else down, I tried to raise myself up. Youre just like everyone else in your shoes. I knew deep down this kind of person existed somewhere beneath the facade. The boss interrupted, Hold on now, calm down. I am not saying you werent a good worker or person. Just not the right person, not the right fit. Salient retort continued, Hehe, okay theres the farcical face and speech Ive been looking for. Did I raise my voice at you? Is my tone deeper than before, no. So therefore I have nothing to calm down. Just remember you may not keep me here anymore but I will be fine. Ill find new employment. I always do. People like me always do. As much as you test me, as many people like you fire me, Ill just keep pushing and pushing and pushing on to better myself. Even if it takes 8 months like the last time I was off, Ill make do. In those eight months............. Hey, keep it down. Hold it. Youre making some bold words there. Boss, I wasnt done talking. As I said in those eight months I focused all my energy to my book I wanted to finish. A small dream, piecemeal, maybe. But oh boy, the feeling was so good making it. I know even if only one person I dont know reads it, Ive contributed something to this world. What have you contributed to this world other than a bunch of pink slips and a narcissistic fortress of mansions paid by other peoples work? You talk about I am not the right fit. But I am damn sure the hardest worker youll ever see. I just keep going and going and going. I may not be the best at anything but Im a jack of all trades. I learn to actually work and not live off others work. Thus, my knowledge grows while brains like yours shrivel. Remember this that even with your fancy dress shirts, your ugly gators only you can pull off due to your title, and all those fake smiles you possess, I am better than you. Maybe not professionally, but personally....morally. When you have that revealing moment in the morning and splash your aging face with cold water.......when you see the reflection in the mirror and all those wrinkles branch out like flies out of maggots......when you look deep into yourself knowing what youre about to do that day, remember that. Remember me. And remember lastly, there are many more people just like me who are better than you. So if you dont mind I will end this meeting myself so I can go find another piece of shit like you to work under, or maybe not. God, I hope not. The boss just sits, silent. Hehe he first time Ive seen him speechless, the dumbass. The fired worker says to the secretary with a sly grin on his face.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 05:24:24 +0000
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