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Jul 31
Written: 6/2/2025

The BOSS of the security company drove up.
I was standing talking to a guy they
placed as my partner for the 6 hour
morning shift guarding
the 4th of July firework boxes.
"Why are you two holding hands? 2 guards aren't suppose
to be together."
and after my senior citizen partner
talked my ear off for 3 hours about his
extensive work history and how much he hates
his ex wife
he proceeded to throw me under the bus.
"Well I told him boss! I told him! I said park
on the dirt mound and you didn't listen!"
The old man said as he threw his arms out.
Then the BOSS proceeded to chew both of
us out.
I looked at my 71 year old partner and
quietly told myself to never trust this man and
keep it professional.
When the BOSS drove off that old coward
apologized over and over.
Even when I got in my car to drive to the
dirt mound he tried stopping me by walking
in front of the car to keep apologizing.
I then drove around him, got out
and stood on the dirt mound waiting for
my time to be up.
Yes, it's sad sir that you lost your oldest son
to a heart defect at 30 but you've had
71 years to get taught to take responsibility
but me and you reader, we both know
they won't tell the truth and most men
can't bother with things
like that.
a poem about a morning work shift. © Jul 9, Sean C. Stucki   slice • of • life
Sean C Stucki
Written by
Sean C Stucki  36/M/New Mexico
(36/M/New Mexico)   
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