Tagged: Work (581)

His desk is a mess of papers, of forgotten things and things to do. The hum of the office feels overwhelming today. He reaches for the match

His title is so stupid that he refuses to carry a business card. This affects him in a profound way he can’t understand. Though he wants to.

There were days where a complaint would have solved everything, but he was too much of a company man to ever come out from beneath his desk.

They gathered around the rosewood table congratulating themselves, year end bonuses in hand. But Jim was unhappy. So he burped. Really loud.

He made a toast because he had to. But half way through his feelings for his boss came out, and by the end of the toast he needed a new job.

Jones yells and slams the table. He throws a pen and then smashes her cellphone. And she begins to cry. Now we’re getting somewhere, he says