Third shift always makes me think about murdering my manager. His name is Kenneth, but Corporate made him have KENNY on his name tag. They think it’s friendlier. Horseshit. Bad enough I get to be bossed around by a pimply puke younger than my grandson. Having to call him “Kenny” is insult to injury.
Third shift means switching from late menu to breakfast, so there’s a lot of downtime between bars closing and the working stiffs starting their days. The pair of moths that landed on the drive through last night are still there.
I miss my Gretchen so much.
The sadness to land in a position like that after a long life just ooze with bitterness.. so well done.
this is a great piece – so very sad. It’s left me feeling very emotional. Very well written 🙂
Really well written, such a good story.
Excellent! Great depth! Extremely well written.
Great story, achingly sad.
Even I felt like this guy got a really raw deal. Well done.
Very deep it even makes me miss Gretchen and I don’t even know her. Excellent story.
Classic grumpy old man.
Well written.
Very sad. The last line was the saddest.
Oh a sad tale well written.
That last line has incredible emotional punch. Great writing.
Beautifully written. He’s just getting through the day.
Poor man, felt his angst.
Nice and sad. Lovely take
Well done. I think he should go home to Gretchen and not waste another minute of his life. I just hate those dead end, stupid jobs.
a pimply puke younger than my grandson This line says a lot. Well done.