“Yo Jim, you got a minute?” I said.
Jim sat at his desk, reading a scroll. “Yeah, what’s up, Kevin. I’m just looking at some reports of product complaints. Grab a seat.”
In front of his desk were two chairs. I took the seat directly across from him. “I want a promotion to Master Customer Service Wizard,” I said.
This must-have shocked him as he looked at me with an eyebrow lowered over his eyepatch and raised over his one good lilac eye. “Where is this coming from?”
“Come on, Jim, don’t play dumb with me. You and I both know I’m qualified; I’ve been here longer than anyone here besides you. Tina has been here for less than 20 years, and she got the promotion over me.”
“Now you know little Tina is only 60; she’s just a kid. Unlike us, she lacks the ability to live for eons. You should be happy for the mortals that can accomplish so much in their brief life span.” Jim said. I remember now; he’s jealous that he’s immortal but not invulnerable. Now that I think about it, it’s kind of funny that this immortal, all-powerful being in front of me is missing an eye and an arm. “Besides, you’re not even qualified, Kevin.”
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“That’s a load of crap, Jim, and you know it! We both know I have been doing a stellar job in my role for the last 2 centuries,” I said. I stood up so fast that the chair I was sitting in flipped and fell on the ground behind me. “Not to mention you still rely on me to train all the newcomers and complete so many other duties outside of my role.”
Leaning back in his chair, Jim put his hand behind his head. “Looks like you’re getting aggressive with a superior, that will have to go in your file. If I have to reprimand you one more time, you can kiss your chances of being a Master Customer Service Wizard goodbye. Now scurry off little kitty, that bowl will not answer itself.”
“Sorry, sir.” I said, picking up the chair and returning it to its original position. I left his office and went back to my cubical. My blood was boiling. Who does he think he is?