100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (Fired: Life's Overwhelming Vicious Emotions) (c) 2017

The main character finally gets in touch with his love and all is right again. Right?

He goes to his job and,


"_________ We need to talk now." Mrs. Stephenson stepped into my office. I had just put back up a picture of Carmelita and I that I took down two days ago. 

"Okay, give me a few seconds I'm almost done with the report." I lied scrambling fast to pull up the document on my computer. "

Now." I look behind me and she's in the hallway waiting on me. 

I followed her down the hallways still thinking of how joyful I was to have my love back, although i was a slight bit paranoid.I had a slight bit of paranoia yet I was overjoyed to have her back. Everything was lined up. I had a reason to live. I’ve been at this job for a couple years now. Surely, all would be fine. I followed Mrs. Stephenson into the boardroom.

 “You were supposed to meet this deadline. Are you aware how much money you costed us?” It’s the president of the company. The one we only see on the policy video presentations. “My hands are tied here.” Mrs. Sanderson mumbles passing by me and sitting at a long table where five others dressed in suits are staring at me with condemnation.

My lips began to quiver. Felt the nervous knots in my stomach. I didn't see this coming at all. I want to tell them to give me a second chance; I'm too paralyzed with shame. A felt a tear stream down my cheek. They took turns talking to me. I couldn't hear a thing they said. I can't believe they're doing this to me. I already have enough stress. Mrs. Sanderson brings me a clip board. I sign what ever paper it was. I just wanted to sit somewhere. Felt like I was going to pass out. 

I only took the picture of her. left everything except her picture.  I drive to an empty peer parking lot ,overlooking the beach,on Highway 90 . Smoke one cigarette after another. Crying nonstop. Thinking I should just end it all. I keep calling but she doesn't answer; even after telling her what happened in a voice message.


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