“I quit!” he yelled.
“You can’t quit! You owe me two weeks’ notice!”
“You treated me like crap, so no notice!”
Mr. Johnson, the boss, flopped into a chair, mouth hanging open.
“Some suggestions ,” said Bob. “Stop yelling at everyone including your customers. You need to remember that they are your bread and butter! And clean up this place. No one needs a 40 year old adding machine sitting around.”
He left and went home. He lit some candles, got dinner going and stared at the computer screen of a painting of Mt. Fuji. Damn did he feel good!
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Douglas M. MacIlroy for the inspiring photo!
If you are in my neck of the woods, it is going to be stinky hot today! Stay cool and if you are out and about, carry water with you!
Thanks for taking the time to drop in for a quick read, and be well! ^..^