The email came at the end of the day and he reached for the whisky. The news was marked confidential. Knowing is half the bottle, he sighed.
Tagged: Work (581)
Twister 3634
There is an enviable peace in the moment, a tonic for the loathing he otherwise feels. He turns over. And doesn’t bother calling the office.
Twister 94
At the misanthrope’s convention, no one registers for lectures; the buffet table empty. Everyone’s in their room watching pay per view porn.
Twister 188
He was a failed decorator. He took up gardening but didn’t like getting grass stains on his white paints. He called his fat mother and cried
Twister 328
He felt essential. But when the CEO proudly proclaimed “ties are the new socks” he’d had enough. He went back to his desk and set it on fire
Twister 448
He left work and discovered he’d left the keys in the minivan. He struck up a conversation with a young cop. It ended in shame on both sides
Twister 572
They called their pies “tarts” and overcharged for everything. Add an “e” to tart and we’re golden, he says. Greed tastes so good, she says.
Twister 701
He woke up feeling ill. My ass just exploded, he told his secretary on the phone. Boom, he said. I really don’t need to know that, she said.
Twister 806
They huddle around the table, this disparate group, the office wunderkinds, and they try to fix the thing. But they can’t. Even they know it
Twister 934
He undoes his tie and walks home. Then he decides to down a shot at each bar he passes. And then in the park he kicks a pigeon. Just because
