“How did Michael take it?” I asked as I finished washing the dishes.
“Not well. But better than I thought he would. His face flushed, but there wasn’t any screaming or yelling so that’s good. I guess.” Zach finished putting the leftovers into the fridge and turned to me, sighing. He crossed his arms as he leaned back onto the counter.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been fired so I’m not sure how I’d take it either. Is this the first time you’ve ever fired someone?” Zach and I had started our own small business and our newest employee was not working out as well as we had hoped.
Michael managed to be late every day and when he did show up, he rarely had any idea of what was going on. I sometimes wondered how we had even decided on hiring him in the first place. If he was the best of the best, we were in trouble. But I hoped we could find a new hire quickly. I don’t think I could keep up the schedule as it was right now.
“Well we can post it again in the next week or so and see what happens. Until then, we’ll just keep on keeping on.” Zach turned out the kitchen lights as we headed toward the living room. I promptly ran into his back as he paused in front of the living room window. I followed his gaze and saw Michael standing in our driveway. Staring at us.
Standing Room Only 