chapter 1:in the beginning
They say in the beginning there was God, or a God, well if that is so I hope to Him this will go well. My name is Joshua Henry Kade, a business man for Reap Incorporated. Charming name isn?t it. Sarcastic comments aside, I?ll let you in on the purpose of Reap inc. We don?t kill people we repossess merchandise that fellow businesses cant afford. I will let you in on another secret, I love: hate , sadness , regret, anguish, grief, or any other negative feelings. That?s why I do what I do. I tend to get a lot of angry company because of course no one likes things to be taken from them. But on this particular day I was making a home visit to one of our employees. I?ve been given the honor of laying him off. As I knock on the door my heart races this is what I live for. No one is sadder than when they find out they?ve lost there job and I love it. I pretend not to in order avoid bad feelings among my coworkers, I stand sipping my morning coffee and I hear this. ?Did you hear about Jim he?s getting laid off.? this sparks my mind in such a way that I instinctively rush to my bosses office and as usual for such an occasion look him in the eyes while saying ?wow heard about Jim, tough break must be hard to know your boss feels your useless.? My boss gives me the usual angry glare and the go ahead to fire Jim, success.
Im now standing at the door of the man who?s life will be thrown into utter chaos. This feeling, it?s unlike anything else, knocking on the wooden door, painted pale blue like an ocean mist ,or the sky, yes that?s it, a sky blue wooden door. But this blank mindedness leaves me with an idiotic stare as the child of Jim Alexander Johnson answers the door, the thing that wakes me sounded bit scared and confused, as he should be. I am a blue suited stranger standing at his doorway. His scared and confused comment is a little cliche. ? Hey Dad I think this guy wants you.? I suppose I should feel bad, a boy no older than 6 or 7 is possibly going to be thrust into poverty, oh well it?s not my thing to be sad, it?s to enjoy others sadness. Here is the part that gets to me, Jim walks out with that pathetic confused look on his face, as if to say ?I know why you?re here but say it in front of my family to let make them think its not my fault.? But that?s just it Jim, it is your fault you incompetent fool. But I play along in my own unique way. ?Jim you don?t work hard enough were letting you go.? I say blankly, I then take the nearest seat if there is one and bask in the distraught family, I ignore every one of the questions, comments, curses, and anything else they think to throw at me, and then after exactly nine and one half minuet I leave never to be seen by that family again. I?ve done this process thirty-seven times and counting. It never fails. In all my years of working I?ve seen everything anyone can do when fired, because I like to watch my boss lay people off himself as well. I have the motons down to an art well thats all for to day rest is needed for a fun day tomarow.
please tell me your critiques i know its long and if you actually read it then congradulations i also know it needs color and some punctuation is off.
They say in the beginning there was God, or a God, well if that is so I hope to Him this will go well. My name is Joshua Henry Kade, a business man for Reap Incorporated. Charming name isn?t it. Sarcastic comments aside, I?ll let you in on the purpose of Reap inc. We don?t kill people we repossess merchandise that fellow businesses cant afford. I will let you in on another secret, I love: hate , sadness , regret, anguish, grief, or any other negative feelings. That?s why I do what I do. I tend to get a lot of angry company because of course no one likes things to be taken from them. But on this particular day I was making a home visit to one of our employees. I?ve been given the honor of laying him off. As I knock on the door my heart races this is what I live for. No one is sadder than when they find out they?ve lost there job and I love it. I pretend not to in order avoid bad feelings among my coworkers, I stand sipping my morning coffee and I hear this. ?Did you hear about Jim he?s getting laid off.? this sparks my mind in such a way that I instinctively rush to my bosses office and as usual for such an occasion look him in the eyes while saying ?wow heard about Jim, tough break must be hard to know your boss feels your useless.? My boss gives me the usual angry glare and the go ahead to fire Jim, success.
Im now standing at the door of the man who?s life will be thrown into utter chaos. This feeling, it?s unlike anything else, knocking on the wooden door, painted pale blue like an ocean mist ,or the sky, yes that?s it, a sky blue wooden door. But this blank mindedness leaves me with an idiotic stare as the child of Jim Alexander Johnson answers the door, the thing that wakes me sounded bit scared and confused, as he should be. I am a blue suited stranger standing at his doorway. His scared and confused comment is a little cliche. ? Hey Dad I think this guy wants you.? I suppose I should feel bad, a boy no older than 6 or 7 is possibly going to be thrust into poverty, oh well it?s not my thing to be sad, it?s to enjoy others sadness. Here is the part that gets to me, Jim walks out with that pathetic confused look on his face, as if to say ?I know why you?re here but say it in front of my family to let make them think its not my fault.? But that?s just it Jim, it is your fault you incompetent fool. But I play along in my own unique way. ?Jim you don?t work hard enough were letting you go.? I say blankly, I then take the nearest seat if there is one and bask in the distraught family, I ignore every one of the questions, comments, curses, and anything else they think to throw at me, and then after exactly nine and one half minuet I leave never to be seen by that family again. I?ve done this process thirty-seven times and counting. It never fails. In all my years of working I?ve seen everything anyone can do when fired, because I like to watch my boss lay people off himself as well. I have the motons down to an art well thats all for to day rest is needed for a fun day tomarow.
please tell me your critiques i know its long and if you actually read it then congradulations i also know it needs color and some punctuation is off.
