Leopard Spots

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Mike the Senior Manager shook his head. "Sorry, Phil. The CEO has made up his mind. The economy's bad. We have to let you go."

The older man stood up and placed his hand on Phil's shoulder in solidarity, then went downstairs for coffee.  Phil sat motionless and stared at the wall. The rattle of distant laughter drifted in from the breakroom. He gritted his teeth.


He'd worked for the company for five years, slaved for them. He'd stayed late when Mike needed him.  Worked weekends even. He put his time in.  These guys couldn't just put him out on the street.  They owed him more than that.  I mean, who the fuck does that?

When Phil's coworker Monica walked in, she found him hammering on his keyboard, cussing.

"What's going on Phil?"

"Those fuckers!" Phil exploded from his chair and threw the desk phone across the room. It slammed into the wall and crackled to the floor. "I can't believe they did this to me!"

Monica smiled. "What are you talking about?"

"My job. They fucking fired me!"

Monica started to make a wise-crack when she caught sight of the computer screen. A blue bar ticked up in one percent increments toward one-hundred percent.

Open-mouthed, she glowered at Phil. "What the hell are you doing?"

Phil grinned in the corner. "I'm crashing the servers. All of them. Every fucking one of them."

Monica grabbed him by the sleeve. "You know it was a joke, right?!"


"You know it was a joke? April Fool's Day?"

1 Bolts from the Blue:

just ellen said...

Oh my... love it JP.. keep on writing.

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