So here’s the thing, you’re unpleasant. I’m going to be straight up I think you’re bipolar. I think you are too high and mighty to manipulate, too critical. You make me a little uneasy, a little insecure.
I’m knocking on your mahogany hand carved door
asking for a break, maybe some time off. But you being “the boss” tell me to
suck it up and keep going. You tell me to push through my shift, stay positive,
and keep working hard.
How do you
expect me to stay positive? My feet hurt; I’m tired, and am almost to the point
where I enjoy complaining about it.
But then
after that shift you decide to hand me a drink and give me that $0.10 raise as a
pick-me-up. Then awkwardly mention, after I thank you, that I’ll need to pay for the drink
that is now opened and half empty. Empty like my pocket because you just took
back the $0.10 raise you gave me.
This is
because you are a bastard. Without you I’d be homeless so instead I frown,
maybe shed a tear from your impoliteness.
The point to this is that I’m
sincerely asking you to ease up and give me the drink, free of charge.
Good stuff. I love the opening line. You just get right into it.
ReplyDeleteThe conversation seems real and natural. And I forget that I'm reading a letter to Life.
Favorite line: knocking on the door, asking for some time off. Life as the boss.