Uncouth

He stormed into our office. He’d been carrying the burden for many days and nights. When he saw them in their office he imagined what they spoke of him. When he saw them going to lunch he wondered about the negative things they said. He’d become paranoid. Colors triggered him. Grays and blacks in particular put him in a spin.

Why would you say that I’m splitting. I take my job seriously. I give my all to this job. But you all keep shitting on me. I’m sick and tired. I get railroaded. Although my work is appreciated, my humanity is garbage to you. I’m just the some of my work.

The two managers looked intently and calmly. Are you done?