Mr. Subordinate woke up and sighed. He felt very fatigued. “Just another awful day,” he thought as he got dressed. When he arrived to work, his boss was waiting for him next to the janitor’s closet. 

“You’re late. That’s the second time in three years! If you’re late again, I will have to fire you, Mr. Subordinate,” said Boss, the sarcasm and fake remorse evident in his voice. 

“Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again,” Subordinate stated.

“Good,” Boss said. He handed Subordinate a mop and walked away.

Subordinate was cleaning a window in the office, his shift almost over, when one of the negligent desk workers saw him. 

“Oh, hey, Subordinate. Here, clean this up!” yelled the office worker as he tossed his open gatorade bottle at the newly polished floor. 

“Yes, of course, sir!” he responded, resisting the urge to throw the mop at the office worker’s face. 

The other employees laughed. “Here, this too!” the worker adjacent to the first shouted, throwing a half-eaten sandwich on the ground. More laughter. 

“Yes! Right away, sir!” Subordinate growled. He did not appreciate being ridiculed.

He cleaned it up and went home. 

While he ate dinner, he was pondering the day. He wondered why today had bothered him so much. It wasn’t much different from any other day. Tomorrow will be different, he thought to himself, I just know it.

The End