I wrote this to enter it in a Flash Fiction Challenge
|Management makes us park two parking lots away; it may not seem like much, but during the summer in Arizona it seemed like I was walking directly on fire to get to work. I got into the building and wiped the sweat from face. Even though it was Monday, I was going to make this a good day.
“Good Morning, Bethany.” I internally sighed; it is too early to deal with my boss.
“Good Morning, Henry. What can I do for you?”
“Come into my office.”
“Of course.” I tried to not sweat profusely as I followed him.
“Please sit down.” He closed the door.
“Ever since you started here everyone has been very impressed with you.” His tone seemed condescending.
“I always try to do my best.” I tried to sound like I wasn’t questioning this whole encounter.
“Yes, I reviewed some of your work.” He paused, “If anything it is mediocre, and mediocrity should not be encouraged.”
“How can I improve?” Although I was shocked, I kept my cool. I know how to play the game.
“You are a salaried employee and you only work forty hours a week, you need to be more dedicated if you want to keep your job.” He sounded like he truly did not care if he had to fire me or not.
“How does working more make my work less mediocre?” I couldn’t contain myself.
“It would show you are dedicated to your work, and this company. You can be replaced, Bethany.” His last sentence hit me in the chest.
“I appreciate the opportunities you have given me; however, I do not tolerate threats.” I got up, walked to my desk to gather my things and left. I knew this was going to be a good day.