Nothing Wrong

7

"Good morning my horrible little friend. How are you today?"

I would have probably shit myself if something other than woof had come out of Oliver's mouth and luckily for me that was all he had to say. He was growing on me like mould slowly and persistently. That was why last night I decided to end him today. First, though I had work to go to. Once he was fed and had his morning walk I went to work.

Just before my lunch break, the manager came down from his office. His face was set to smile and he was making a beeline straight for me. It would be fucking hilarious if he fell into one of the looms now while they were running at full tilt. It wouldn't kill him but he would probably lose a finger or two. He doesn't deserve to die for being a cock but a nasty injury would be nice for all of us on the shop floor.

"Harry the boss wants you up in his office now."

" Ok, I will be up in a minute let me just finish this."

"He said now."

I slammed my scissors down on my table and walked off. What the fuck was the boss wanting me for? I'm a low run on the ladder and don't think I have done anything wrong. My mind was flicking through all kinds of scenarios of how this was going to go down when I realised that I was grinding my teeth. Up the stairs, we went me in the leed. Up ahead of us at the end of the corridor was the boss's office loomed over me like a shadow from a horror film. 

"I hope he fires you for something anything so long as you are gone. I would wish you luck but I don't like you. I don't, know why but there is just something about you that makes me sick.

Well, that was uncalled for I felt. So I gave him a huge obnoxious smile all teeth. Hopefully, that made him feel like. Oh, fuck knows what I wanted him to feel but something bad. I turned my back on him and knocked on the door.

"Come."

I pushed the door open and walked in. Steven my boss was sat behind a huge desk with piles of paper spread all over.  He slowly took his glasses off and placed them down on the desk and looked at me.

"Sit down Harry we need to have a little chat."

I pulled out the large green leather chair that was opposite him and sat down.

"Ok, this sounds ominous."

"Well, I won't sugar coat it. Over the last few months, your work has gone to shit. last month alone we had ten grand's worth of returns and you are the one who is inspecting the cloth for faults. Can You tell me why?"

Shit, this isn't what I was expecting. My mouth dried up like a slug getting salt poured on it. The thing was when it dried it also made my tongue swell making it impossible to speak.

"Umm hum."

That was the best sentence I could come up with while willing saliva to form in my mouth.

"Umm hum. Are you fucking kidding me, Harry, I just tell you how much you have cost me and all you say is umm fucking hum?"

Steven's blood pressure had obviously risen at the same time as his voice. I could feel and move my tongue again.

"No no sorry, I got a little nervous there and forgot how to speak for a moment. I have had a few things on my mind recently and I've been a bit distracted. I promise it won't happen again."

"Get your shit sorted out and if this continues you out of the door understand."

"Don't worry I won't let you down."

I got up and left the office quickly and walked back to my area every person I walked past had a witty comment to make and it was darkening my mood. At least I had that dog to look forward to when I got home.