Grover Rutherford took his melancholy out the back door, just as he had done his entire unsatisfying career. He didn’t know what else to do with the emotion. It did no good to get upset.
Doing this job for 14 years seemed to get him nowhere. He’d spent his best days behind his desk diligently serving their customers with little recognition or reward. Grover hadn’t seen a salary increase for five years, with the economy as a convenient scapegoat, and flat profits meant no raise in the foreseeable future either. His future at Delta Universal, Inc. was uncertain at best.
The latest dustup with a client over the phone had been all he could take. His boss had believed the client’s side of the dispute, even though the error in question had not been Grover’s. He vowed this was the final time Mr. Anderson would betray his company loyalty.
After typing a letter of resignation that plainly spelled out his general grievances, he tacked it to the door of his boss’ office not unlike Martin Luther himself had done with the Catholic Church. His list didn’t reach 95, but he still felt his soul was in purgatory.
Perhaps it was a coward’s doing to leave after hours with everyone already gone for the day, but he was not a confrontational sort of person. His mother had always warned him not to burn any bridges, “for you never know when you might need a good reference,” she’d say. Grover decided not to heed his mother’s advice this time. He left a not-so-subtle message with the letter and defiantly grabbed his stapler before leaving the building by its rear entrance, lest Security catch him at petty theft.
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