A Very Short Story

The words of the email began mulling around in my brain. There’s never much going on there anyhow so they don’t colide with much. Just bouncing on the walls of my skull. Echoes in the empty chamber. “We regret to inform you but due to budget reasons, we will have to end your contract. If you have any disagreements or anything you would like to say or if you would like to take this further as a tribunal please contact us with the number present in this email. We’d like to thank you for your service over these many years! Please deliver your work uniform to the present address in this email. You will be reimbursed for delivery costs. Cheers.”

So that was it. After twenty one years of working it’s come to this. All those hours I put in. All that overtime I took. All that commitment. All those managers I kissed up to. The occasions I missed to get promotions. Should I say “attempt to get” rather.

I suppose that’s it. Not much else I can do now really. I wonder how things are looking in the pension pot?

Pity or Envy

A street full of petty faces

Eyes without colour

Hands without warmth

Their footing is awkward

And they don’t know where they are going

They just follow the person in front

And hope for the best

 

They are ideal citizens

If not for the fact they do not work

I don’t know whether to pity them or envy them

My body and soul belongs to a business

But theirs runs free in the streets

 

If only they knew where they were going