The Good, The Bad, and The Country

Fired

"Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind, girl, since the flood. Oh Ophelia, heaven help a fool-"

Just then, my phone began to ring, interrupting my morning ritual of singing whatever song I think of when I first wake up in the morning.

This morning, it was Ophelia by The Lumineers.

I walked over to pick up my phone and saw that it was my boss calling me.

"Good morning Mr. Truist, how may I help you?" I asked.

"Good morning Ms. Thompkin, I was wondering if, on your way in, you'd stop by my office?"

"Of course, sir. The moment I get in, I'll head straight to your office"

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I ended my phone call and frowned down at my phone in confusion.

What would my boss need to see me for?

I haven't done anything wrong! I'm an exemplary employee if you ask me! I'm always on time, always polite even when I'm ready to bust a gasket, and I always agree to overtime.

I haven't even had a day off from that place since I first started working there 6 years ago!

Wait, did I never introduce myself?

How rude of me! Let's step back for a minute.

My name is Eloise Thompkin and I am 25 years old. I work for a law firm where I am an office clerk, otherwise known as the most boring job on the planet.

(Portrayed by: Margot Robbie)

I hate my job, but it pays the bill.

What do I really want to do in my life?

I've always wanted to live in the country. Like a backwoods, tiny town where everyone knows everyone, big trucks, old trucks, going mudding and hunting. The whole nine yards.

But, instead, I'm stuck in Florida doing a job I hate so that I have money to survive on my own.

I had gotten dressed and then went out to my crappy car, and headed to work.

Once I got to work, I immediately went to Mr. Truist's office to see what it was he had wanted from me.

I walked up to his office door and knocked on it.

"Come in." He called out, and I walked into his office cautiously.

"Yes, Mr. Truist, you wanted to see me?"

"Ah, Ms. Thompkin! Yes, I did. Have a seat, please."

I sat down in front of him trying hard not to fidget or show my nervousness.

"Yes sir, thank you."

He shuffled some papers around on his desk before looking up at me, his face betraying no emotion.

"Ms. Thompkin, I regret to inform you that we are going to be letting you go."

I sat there in open mouth shock, unable to say a word or even react for that matter.

"Ms. Thompkin?"

Hearing him say my name seemed to snap me out of my shock as my shock quickly morphed into anger.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why am I being fired?"

"We don't need your position any longer and we feel like you wouldn't be able to fill any other available position."

"And why the hell not?"

"You just aren't... what we're looking for." He said after hesitating, and I knew what he meant, too.

"So. what I'm hearing is that because I'm a female that's why I'm unable to do any of these other available jobs?!"

"Well, when you put it like that... yes, that's why we're letting you go."

Hearing him say that made me just completely explode with rage.

"Why you no good, old, stupid, shriveled up dick! I did everything for this firm! All those late nights I put in only to be fired because I don't suck yours or any other old fucks dick that works here!" I yelled at him angrily, letting him have it. He just sat there not saying a word because he knew I was right.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving and I WON'T be coming back. I can't wait to see this shit hole crumble to the ground since I'm leaving!"

I turned and stormed out, slamming his office door behind me before grabbing a box and throwing the few possessions that I kept at work into it before turning and leaving.

But before I left, I decided to say one last thing before leaving for good and never coming back.

"Hey, listen up!" I yelled, and everyone in the office stopped to look at me to see what I was going to say. "If you want to keep your job or get a promotion, all you have to do is suck or fuck a couple of old wrinkled cocks to get to the top, otherwise you'll be left out on your ass doing a job you hate!"

The entire firm was shocked at my statement and I saw my ex-boss look at me through his office door, but he made no move to forcefully remove me.

Fucking pig!

I made my way out to my car and threw the box of the few belongings that I had from my small desk, in the back before getting in the driver's seat, starting my car, and taking off for home.

I couldn't believe that I had gotten fired!

But maybe I would finally be able to do something I've always wanted to?

I've got all the time in the world now, so let's see what happens.