art credit: Natalie Dee
Tomorrow, I will fire a single mother of two children.
I was given the execution orders by my boss this morning and haven't eaten since. Strangely, I managed to throw up three times, mostly bile, but a few mystery chunks of something I'm hoping wasn't some part of my internal structure essential for my survival.
But because it is part of my job to keep professional, look out for the company's best interest and prevent this head-rolling from affecting the rest of my team's morale, (thanks for the pep talk boss, if it were that easy, you'd do it yourself) I will get up tomorrow morning, get dressed, put on my makeup, do my hair and go do what I'm paid to do. That is, if I don't die from these heart palpitations tonight.
At least this time it's justified. I've tried for months to cover for her, but, she managed to jump right into the middle of a steaming pile of shit. Quick sand shit. And I can't help her.
Last year's downsizing bloodbath was bad. Innocent blood all over my hands. I still wake up screaming, me and my tainted soul.
Today's word count will clearly be ZERO. But I promise myself to write this weekend. All weekend.
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Just found your blog from the nano boards. Loving the writing updates, and I'm so sorry for the work issue. You're right, if it was easy the boss would do it!
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