"This just in......."
I can hear the news report now. What a day that is about to unfold. I am up, showered, dressed, and sitting on the edge of my bed smoking a joint pondering about today's events. I have a very special gift to give to my boss today, and the reaction that I expect from him should be gratifying.
I have been looking forward to this day for quite some time now.
You see, today is Bosses Day.
The office will be filled with joy and laughter. Everyone will be at ease and in a good mood. I plan on arriving today about 20 minutes late so everyone will be there when I make my grand entrance. Wow, won't they all be surprised with the gift I am bringing!
Oh, before I continue on, let me give you a rundown on some of my fellow co-workers. I will stick with the most important one's first.
Maria Llata. The receptionist. Her husband treats her like **** most of the time and the look in her eyes some days are of false hope and despair. She deserves better, even though her attitude is horrible most days. Maybe today she will get her wish.
Tommy Lassiter. The Vice President. His arrogance makes me sick. He saunters around the office like he pisses holy water. Whenever you ask him a question the way he answers makes you feel low and incompetent. He does it purposely. He thinks no one knows he is sleeping with the executive secretary, Karen Elliott. I wonder what his wife would do if she found out. If he knew that I was still here the night they went at it in his office after hours, there is no doubt that he would try to get me fired. **** jerk.
Ah, Karen Elliott. Executive Secretary. Man is she beautiful. I must admit it. Her body seems as if it was chiseled to represent how a perfect hourglass should look. When she walks through the office all men with working cocks break their necks looking at her. Her black, long flowing hair smells wonderful. I asked her out once and she turned me down, flat. She looked at me as if I was diseased. Then she went and ran her mouth about it to Tommy. When I walked by his office one day I saw them in there laughing at me. How I hate that bitch now.
Then you have Ken Edwards, the Marketing Director. He's pretty cool. We went out for beers a few times after work. I have no animosity towards him. I wish him well.
Chase Andrews, Quality Assurance Specialist. He keeps to himself and rarely bothers anyone. He is usually cheerful and he one of the few men in the office who greets me with a welcome and a firm handshake every morning.
Mark Allen, Human Resources Director. He's an **** to. He fails to realize how much he affects a person's life by having the power to fire them. I was there when he fired Tony two months ago for coming in late three mornings back to back. Tony's wife had been sick with the flu and he knew that but fired him anyway. He despised Tony ever since the day he made a wise crack about how tight he wore his slacks. Everyone in the break room cracked up. Mark had been gunning for him since then. I heard him tell Tommy he was just doing his job and the fact that Tony was black and had embarassed him that day had nothing to do with it. What a lying prick.
There are three other males and two more females in the office as well. I will get to them later.
My main concern this fateful day is Lincoln Asby, CEO of Asby Financial Group. I hate him with a passion. Two months ago he called me in the HR office and him and Mark berated and humiliated me for almost an hour about a discrepancy of a loss of 100,000 dollars of company money. Accusations and threats were made concerning my job, and I was given a week to prove it had nothing to do with me. When I presented them with a report that showed them there was a typing error (made by Karen, by the way) and the money was accounted for they felt like idiots.
Lincoln Asby still walks around to this day as if nothing happened. He can care less whether I live or die. Karen was never reprimanded or anything. Lincoln protected her yet was ready to push me out the door. Maybe he knows Tommy sleeps with her. They are good friends by the way.
Did I recieve an apology? No. A "job well done for your efforts?" No. I got nothing. Zilch. Nothing but smirk looks from Mark which screams "I am watching you and can fire you if I wish." "Give me a reason" that look says to me.
I have worked numbers and cut corners that have over the past two years saved this company hundreds of thousands of dollars. Those jerks show little appreciation for what I do for this company.
Excuse me for just rambling on and not introducing myself.
My name is Jason Arnold and I am the CPA for Asby Financial. I have been employed here for two years and I have finally been pushed to my breaking point. I have been welcoming this day with both longing and fear.
I'm outside in the parking lot now. I have parked my car pretty close to the main entrance. Things are about to get ugly here in a few minutes. I kiss the cross that dangles from my chest and say a little prayer for forgiveness.
Today I decided to wear jeans and a a sweatshirt because it is my last day of employment here. I know this and soon the whole world will.
I look at the two nine millimeter handguns laying on the passenger seat of my car. I know what I am about to do is wrong and the consequences will be grave. The letter on my nightstand will explains things as best as I can.
My conscious is trying to talk me out of this but I say hell no. There is no stopping me. I have made up my mind. I will carry this out. I grab the handguns and stuff them in my waistband. I reach around to the back seat and retrieve the shotgun laying there. I feel myself getting an erection because of what I am about to do.
'Say hello to my little friend' I think to myself as I hold the shotgun in my hands. I look around the parking lot to see if anyone is nearby. Its empty. Like my heart is right now.
I am ready.
I get out of my car and make my way towards the main entrance.....