Fantasies - Part Two

It's my last day at work. It's a slow, rainy day and I hardly need to be here. The asshole manager who I hate is working today. I'm really nervous; he's quick to criticize anything I do wrong. And I do a lot of stuff wrong. He asks me to set up the dining room for the dinner. All of the sudden the bar gets really busy and the bartender asks me why the hell I'm not helping him. So I run over and start serving drinks, when the manager comes back and asks why the hell I'm not in the dining room. I explain how the bartender asked me for help.

"But I told you to stay in the dining room! Who's the boss here? Me or him?"

Stare at him blankly, comepletely blank!

"Eh? When I ask you to do something, you do it without back-talking. I'm the boss."

I say something clever like, "Could've fooled me!"

He really is a goddamn asshole. I don't think I've ever seen him work. He's either on a smoke break or driving balls on the golf course or telling me not to wear those tight pants to work.

"What did you just say?"

"You know what..." I slam down the beer glass I'm in the middle of filling (so badass!) "Fuck this, I'm out of here!"

As I start to walk away he shouts "You know that if you leave you're fired!"

I turn around with the most satisfying smirk and say "Didn't you know? Today's my last day."

But I didn't really say anything clever or badass. I finished filling the pint of beer, handed it to the costomer. Sheepishly walked back into the dining room like "The Boss" had asked and finished my last shift without a word.