I was on my way to work when my boss called me, his name was George. I was only 30 seconds late and he was already calling me to ask where I was. Of course, I was in front of the workplace. But, even so George was angered to know that I was even 30 secs late. I tried to explain that there was traffic but George did not believe me. He shouted and scorned at me till his face became a red color.
When he was over his yelling and scorning, he ordered me to go back to work. So, I did and I thought of the many ways I could try and sew my boss for bad management. However, I couldn’t because he hadn’t committed any crimes seen to the naked eye. Still, in my heart I had wished that he was as miserable as I was. Yet, I had to bury these feelings way down inside.
One day I just got used to it. I got used to the torture of working for George. I felt like a trapped Persephone in the world of the dead. Even though I was not in love with my employer; I entirely despised him, I did begin to see him as my savior. He got me a job even though I had absolutely no job experience. And, he was in his own ways kind yet he was like a man of two faces one in the front, the other in the back.
