In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third From the Top.”
The third line from the third blog:
“My mother’s mother had the work ethic, and she had passed it on to my mother, who had just retired, and who missed her job in the same way, as she put it, a cow misses its pen.” http://blog.longreads.com/2015/03/25/karl-ove-knausgaard-on-the-benefits-of-a-work-driven-life/
Now to work it into a new post:
Work Ethic( A short story)
For the hundredth time, I wondered why couldn’t I be more like my peers, standing around talking about what they watched last night not caring that the client’s messages were ten and twenty deep on their messy, unorganized desk. But no! My mother’s mother had the work ethic, and she had passed it on to my mother, who had just retired, and who missed her job in the same way, as she put it, a cow misses its pen. We’re a dying breed.
Maybe it’s a good thing, I tell myself as my fingers fly across my keyboard.It was five minutes before five . . .
“Linda, get in here.” My supervisor bellowed across the office. “Now.” She stood there tapping her foot.
I grabbed a note pad and pen fast. I had no idea why she’d called me into her office this late on a Friday.
“Leave that and get in here.” she added.
I practically ran, tripping over my own shoes.
“Sit!” She pointed to the chairs across from her desk. She walked back to her chair. “Linda, I am sorry but I did warn you.”
“Warned me about what?”
“I have to let you go. You make the others look bad.”
“But . . . I do my job and do it well.” I stuttered.
She shook her head. “I know but that’s the way of the world these days. You can’t stand out. Please hand me your badge.” She stood. I stood. “You should call HR on Monday morning.” I stumbled out of her office towards my desk.”Have a good weekend, Linda.”
I heard her door close.
©2015 Kim Izzy