Employee of the month
“Has anyone from our division ever won employee of the month?”
The three men standing on the other side of the counter burst out laughing.
“What do you think man? Oh yeah we all won employee of the month! Multiple times!”
“Aw fuck you, fuck the three of you! I’m gonna win this fucking thing you’ll see!”
With that he abruptly about faced and walked furiously out of the room. Those fucking simpletons he thought. Decrepit basement print shop ghouls who will die down here in this tomb of old age and hardly no one will notice. But not me, no. When I die my picture will be on the wall upstairs! On every wall! Below my solemn face will read:”Rest in Peace Employee of the Month”. Yeah those stupid bastards would see then, when he was dead. He angrily punched the up button on the elevator.
He checked in with his boss in the mailroom. She was an obese, Puerto Rican woman currently watching battle rap compliations on youtube.
“Hey boss is there anything else I can do around here?”
“Is there anything I can do around here, listen to this n*gga on that shit. N*gga it’s 3:30 we done working! Go do whatever you want n*gga it’s Friday just leave me the fuck alone!”
“Ok boss. I’ll be at my desk if you need me” he said seemingly unfazed.
A jumble of mumbled swear words followed him on his way out.
She knew how hard he worked, she had to. They all knew and if they didn’t Harry would let them know. For two weeks he had been at this new
Job in a government mail room. Thus far he was cock sure he’d be front runner for employee of the month. He worked harder then everyone else in his division combined but still he needed to do more. He craved recognition.
HIs phone buzzed snapping him out of it. It was this girl he had started seeing a month ago.
“Hey baby..”
“Don’t call me that at work I told you that a million times.”
“I’m not gonna call you fucking sir!”
“You will learn to respect me soon, all of you will.”
“Oh baby I can’t wait….So we’re still on for tonight?”
“No I have to work late tonight I can’t make it. We’ll do something some other time and don’t call me that at work.”
“But it’s on the fucking phone you nutcase!”
“I have to go back to work you’ve distracted me for too long.”
He hung up the phone and got back to his work. Ahhh at long last I can concentrate on what’s important. His desk was empty save for a sticky pad and a few pens. He stared out the window sitting straight up, imaging all the things he would do once he got that award. The print shop guys would show him respect for sure, for dam sure!. An hour went by as he got carried away in his grandiose fantasies which grew more and more delusional as time went on.
Three hours later and two hours since his shift had ended he woke up out of his day dreams. Another hard long day at the grind, where you gotta get in early and stay late if you have any hopes of making it. Too many of his coworkers had failed to realize this crucial fact which is way they had failed to get ahead instead staying right where they started and complaining about how so and so did them dirty or blaming others for their failures. Not Harry though, Harry was just passing through on his way to the top but that didn’t mean he didn’t take every aspect of the job as seriously as humanly possible. He did. He really fucking did. HE FUCKING DID he yelled slamming his fist down on his desk. The motion activated lights in the mailroom turned on. Harry blinked. The time was six thirty two on a Friday evening. He collected his things and left.
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