Good Show Jackey

by Omen11

This is a three parter of short stories i did for an assignment and accidentally made into a set of stories that are all connected. im quite proud of them and hope you enjoy. I might add more to this story if enough people want it but for ow its just a interesting hollow peice.

1. Buisness

Strictly Business

How many more times do I have to do this? How many more face are going to stare me down with such arrogant judging looks and demand for my verbal repentance? I had a deal to make and it benefited the majority of the workers. The decision didn't need that extra hour of consideration.

"Why didn't you bring the issue up to me? Why didn't you warn me that I could lose my job over this?!"

Five people asked me that. Five people who thought they knew me but I never pretended to know them any more than a colleague. So answering them was simple.

"I didn't have any specific results in front of me. There was no way for me to know who would or wouldn't be affected by cuts. At least not before giving you the two week notice."

They would bark and scream at how unfair this was, how unjust I was being.

"You're just another suit, another one of the rich tycoons sucking away the life out of hard working people like me."

So I guess now I'll get the name of "The Leech". Guess it's better than our old boss, "The Jiggalo". I'll probably last longer in my position being a blood sucker than a sex addict.

I pack up my brief case and get ready to leave my office. Terry walks in, drunk as the hobo we used to pass coming to work together. Hell the way he's dressed the hobo retired and now this is Terry's new job. Just to yell and moan about how the world has been unfair to him and everyone, except me of course.

I manage to walk past everyone before Terry sees me. I stopped being responsible for this office when the clock hit ten. As I reach my car I notice how banged up and worn it looks. The bumper is held together crudely and the paint is tearing away. I fight the driver door to unlock and manage to get the car started the first time. That's a first in a while. I drive away from the building, hoping someone else can take care of Terry. I'm too tired, too poor, too everything to work past my regular ours at this crappy post office. They call me a leech and there not entirely wrong. They just don't realize it's not them I'm leeching off of.