My First Short Story

This is a short story I wrote after a bad day. There is a little profanity (sorry, everyone), but please let me know what you think!



It was a January Friday, and the sun was setting. The whole office had gone to a dumpy bar across the street, but it was the closest bar, everyone knew where it was, so no one complained. He had just paid his tab, four beers, and was ready to leave.

His boss sat right across from him, and he was fed up. Fed up with her passive aggressive emails, how she would put him down to feel better about herself. How nothing he could do was “right”, and how she would make fun of him for asking questions. She would talk trash about him to other employees, saying he incompetent, useless, only made problems, and then turn around and do the same to them.

He was tired, he was ready to hangout with some real friends. He looked at her flushed, puffy, pink face and smiled widely.

“You know how in the morning, there’s a moment right after you wake up, but right before you get out of bed?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?” She slurred back. He knew she was drunk, those three glasses of wine had been too much. Light-weight.

“Well every morning, right then, I weigh my options. Should I get out of bed, shower, drive 45 minutes to stare at a computer all day, or should I just kill myself?” He stood, pulled on his jacket. The smile never left his face.
“The good news is that I haven’t missed a day of work yet.”

“Huh, wha-, really?” She had no idea where any of this was coming from.

“No. **** this place.”
He walked out the door.