Not much left from a life of ink-stained fingers and bad food. He’d been a reporter for the Washington Times, but he could have been on the Centerville Herald. The remains were the same.
Tommy looked at the items on John’s desk, taking in the bits and bobs along with memories of his mentor.
“Take what you want,” the editor said. “A new body will be there Monday.”
He should quit less this be his remains as well.
With one hand, he slid the items into the trashcan and walked out of the office.
Quite right. We might pretend different, but the vast majority of employees are just a body to fill a seat and do the work, and when we’re gone, everyone moves on. The moral – don’t give your whole life to your job!
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Dear Athling,
To be referred to as “a body” is the ultimate insult.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nobody is irreplaceable. We tend to forget that when we’re busting a gut to go the extra mile.
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The love felt by employers is overwhelming… Enjoyed!
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