18 Days

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Boss:

“About Monday…..”

(interrupted)

The main character turns around and walks backwards on the smothered cement (The surface he knows so well) and checks the time as he said to his boss “Talk to me on Monday!, then.” In a loud voice.  Amongst the other co-workers. He doesn’t know or care wether or not he gets a laugh or not, but knows that he didn’t hesitate to say so.

The boss is reduced to hand gestures and half sentences as the worker passes by. Headed for home. After 18 days of work. The boss manages to convey, through his half talk and half set of charades that the worker needs to shave by Monday. And the worker is thinking ‘Sure… Fuck off! I know your stupid business philosophies already’  As he acts out the future Monday morning, while the worker turns around and contemplates what he’ll do with his future pay-cheque.

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You walker, there are no roads, only wind trails on the sea. -Robert Bly
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