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November 18, 2005
The End of Something
This really isn’t a good enough entry, but anything to break the Block, eh?
MARTY enters workplace.
WORKMATE: “What are you doing here?”
MARTY: “Ahh, working.”
WORKMATE: “Have you checked the roster?”
MARTY: “Yes, that’s why I’m here.”
WORKMATE: “There’s a new one.”
MARTY: “A new roster?”
WORKMATE: “Yes.”
WORKMATE hands MARTY new roster. MARTY flicks through it.
MARTY: “I’m not in here.”
WORKMATE: “No.”
MARTY: “I’ve been fired.”
WORKMATE: “Yes.”
MARTY: “Man, Lea’s a cunt.”
WORKMATE: “Yes she is. I’m really sorry. It’s really fucked.”
ENTER: LEA
LEA: “Marty! Oh!”
MARTY: “Ahh, is there something you want to tell me, Lea?”
LEA: “Ahh….”
MARTY: “You can’t fire someone and not tell them. What the fuck?”
LEA: “Ahh… I thought…”
MARTY: “No, you didn’t fucking think at all. Every fucker is leaving this place, and it’s because you’re a misanthropic fuck-up and everyone knows it.”
LEA: “Marty, that’s a little…”
MARTY: “You remind me of Nixon. Fuck!”
EXIT: WORKMATE
LEA: “You can’t swear at me.”
MARTY: “Everyone here wants to. You run this place like a… jesus, I don’t even know. I’m finishing my shift and I want an apology.”
LEA: “Sure, I’m sorry.”
MARTY: “Okay.”
EXIT: LEA
Posted by Marty at November 18, 2005 7:40 PM
Comments
not working for the (wo)man any more? don't worry tiger, i'll buy the drinks.
can we have some? t-minus 3 weeks now. i may kiss the hot tarmac.
love
c
Posted by: clare at November 18, 2005 9:19 PM
yes, we can have some. it's about time some people came BACK into this city.
you don't remind me of nixon.
m
Posted by: marty at November 22, 2005 11:46 AM
hello clare--are you in perth? i don't have your email address...
when may you be here?
m
Posted by: marty at December 10, 2005 3:49 PM
