Living in Hawaii was quite a gamble for Chad, as he was hired to the company that had fired him, and the only opening was in the office of the small island state. He moved with his wife from the mainland and eagerly jumped at the chance to live in paradise. The gamble was that he was still unsure of going back to a company that had betrayed him, and to a place so far from familial help, should he need it.
But he went and his first few months were like a dream. Everyone in the office was nice and friendly to him, and he even liked the work. But when the honeymoon was over, everyday felt like a average day, nothing exciting. It’s not that it was bad, just not great. He had expected to enjoy life if the work he was doing was exactly what he wanted. But the realization came that he didn’t want to move backwards.
Then came the day where he showed up to work and there were only a few other people in the office. It was odd that so few people would be there at that early hour. Sitting down and logging into his computer, he suddenly remembered the signs of layoffs from so many years ago. Chad got up from his desk and went out the back door. He found the missing employees in a semicircle around several of the managers. He walked up to one of his co-workers and took the box out of his hands, dumping the books it contained on the ground and walking back inside. On his way through the door, the co-worker shouted at Chad that he had no right to take the box. Chad turned and told the co-worker in the most demonic voice he could muster “Fuck Off!” and went inside.
At his desk, Chad took all his personal belongings and placed them in the stolen box. He told the others they should be doing the same. The general manager came inside and called the small group of employees over to him. The manager told them what Chad already knew, and walked away. Another manager stood against the wall and watched as the other ex-employees emptied their desks.
Chad ran outside to catch the general manager. He saw the man just as he opened the door to his car, and shouted after him. The general manager looked up.
-I have dreams every night and this was one of them. I’m not a professional writer, but I try to make it interesting. Visit my website for all the dreams I’ve written.