loser baby

loser

"mark lee!" mr. kim yells as he storms up to said boy. "another failed proposal. are you even trying?"

mark looks down at his desk, shame filling him once again. "i'm sorry, sir."

"save it, lee. this is your last chance. send me another one by the end of the day." mr. kim walks away with a huff before mark can even reply.

mark sighs and slumps down in his chair. he's only been working at kim enterprises for two weeks and he's already on the verge of getting fired. this is his fifth job in three months. he's surprised he was even hired here.

at his first job, he was a waiter at a restaurant, and he got fired for supposedly stealing the money from the tip jar, which was absolute bullshit because he didn't do it. at his second job, he was an employee at a grocery store, and got fired for calling off too much. he called off three times because one, he was sick. two, his mother was taken to the hospital and he went with her. and three, his car broke down. it was a series of unfortunate events that ultimately lead to him being let go. at his third job, he worked at subway and got fired for eating the food, which wasn't even true. it was his coworker that ate the food and blamed it on mark. at his fourth job, he worked in a warehouse and got fired because he made too many mistakes. he's already looking for his sixth job.

mark looks at the time on his computer, it's 17:45. an hour and fifteen minutes until he gets to go home and an hour and fifteen minutes to send his boss a decent proposal, but the issue is that mark doesn't even know what a decent proposal is, so how is he supposed to do something he doesn't even know how to do? well, he'll try his best.

"let's see here." mark mumbles to himself. he thinks and thinks and thinks, and when he looks at the time again, it's 18:23. roughly forty minutes went by and he's only one sentence in. he's about to admit defeat when a great idea pops into his head. he quickly types it into his document before it disappears out of his mind. he edits it and spell checks everything before sending it to his boss. he feels his body relax then. "thank god."

it's 18:36. only 24 minutes until he can go home.

his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out to look at the notification.

it's from his boyfriend. 'what do you want for dinner tonight?'

mark could really go for some chicken, and his boyfriend is good at cooking. 'how does chicken sound?'

his phone buzzes again not even two seconds later. 'sounds good! i'll make corn and mashed potatoes too.'

mark's smiles at the screen and types, 'i'll be home in about a half hour. i love you xx.' he's about to press send but is interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

"you're on the clock, lee. put your phone away." mr. kim practically growls. "come to my office. now."

mark gulps down his fear—tries to, at least—and does what he's told, standing up and following his boss.

"take a seat." mr. kim says, sitting behind his desk.

mark sits down in the chair across from him.

"now, mark. you do know why i called you here, right?"

mark nods slowly.

"you're proposal is shit."

mark feels a pang in his heart and he fights the urge to cry. he thought he did a great job on it this time, but apparently not.

"i've given you so many chances, but you kept letting me down." mr. kim says. "how do you expect to keep this job if you can't do anything right? you're a loser, mark, and i can't have a loser as an employee, so you're fired. pack up your stuff and leave."