
The Poor, the Bad and the Angry
by Kevin Keating
I went in through the loading dock. Asshole was coming towards me from the walk-in. I punched my time card and put it back in the slot, feeling him rush past as I headed into the office.
I sat at his desk and counted the money in my cash drawer. When he came in I kept my eyes on him without blinking as he moved around the room, since I know he doesn't like that.
"You're late again, Max."
"Yeah, I'll be on time tomorrow."
"You know you're fucking up around here."
"No I'm not, man. I was just a little late, that's all."
"Well..." He cleared his throat. “I'm gonna have to write you up."
I took the cash drawer out front to register two. Miller was on register four.