Posted Tue Sep 29, 2015 | 297 Words | Tagged story workie

“Sorry Thomas, as you know the company has been struggling and we can’t keep you on any more. I know this is sudden but you’ll have to leave in the next hour”

That was the words of my boss as he hired me. I tried not to be upset, but for a company I brought in tons of sales and made them tons of money, to be let go like this was like a smack in the face. I hadn’t done anything different, except it all started to go wrong when they hired the other sales guy and he passed all of his leads he knew weren’t going anywhere to me.

I simply picked up my bag and then walked out of the door before I embarrassed myself in front of anyone I might see again. I walked out with a really low mood knowing I wasn’t going to have a job for a while.

I accidentally managed to walk into some building without realising. My low mood really didn’t help me care at all. When I realised I wasn’t anywhere I recognised I realised I was in some kind of locker-room. There was a locker left open and curiously I saw some coveralls in there which looked incredibly dirty.

“Oi Tim mate, getting ready?”

Someone shouted at me,

“Sorry. Where am I?”

“Tim, get those on and get a move on. You’re late”

Tim? That was my name right. I replaced my smart shirt with the greasy one I found in the bottom. Next I pulled on the dirty overalls and then stuck on my hard hard.

Looking in the mirror I saw my dumb look. My facial hair grew out and my body grew to fit the overalls. Damn it was nice in this job.