Every December, for the last twenty years, I have had to drive up to the central office to get my performance review from old Mr. Detweiler.
The drive takes over an hour. The weather is always frigid. Detweiler drones on and on about how much better I could do if I applied myself.
I only half-listen. My attention is on the poster behind his head. I love that beach. I can see myself walking along, the sand warm on my bare feet.
I must have stopped nodding at the right times. Detweiler slams his fist down on his desk. Now he’s talking to me about my lack of focus. He says he expects more from an employee who has been with the company for such a long time. he says I am lucky to have this job. Times are hard.
I have been with the company for a long time. Maybe too long. I may be the only employee left who knows about the safe behind the poster. That safe is where Detweiler keeps the money he skims from the company.
That beach looks pretty good…
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