For over 20 years, three office workers had dealt with a great deal of BS from just about everyone they so much as bumped into on the street. Their only comfort was the fact that they were not suffering alone, and a friendship of sorts formed between the three misfits.
Gregory, the middle aged one, was taller than anyone else at work, and just about everywhere outside work as well. He had a squared out jaw covered in stubble and short dark hair that defied combs and gravity alike. While he was almost the living embodiment of a gentle giant, many assumed he was a bully or barbarian that needed to be stood up to. It didn’t help that his deep, throaty voice sounded menacing all the time, which fed many the belief that he had strong manned his way to his current position in the company, which was barely better than it was when he first got hired, even though he had been owed 2 raises and a significant promotion that were far overdue.
Barry, the youngest, was the “fat ass” in the office. While he h wasn’t THAT obese, he certainly had a good deal of pudginess to his figure. Remarks on his weight, which never seemed to improve no matter what combination he tried of diet, exercise, or medication, broke apart his almost non-existent self esteem, which had haunted him from an early age. What makes this especially worse is the subway he has to take to work every day, where a group of three high school girls often took turns calling him every synonym of fat and disgusting they could think of.
Malcolm, the oldest, wasn’t exactly in his prime, but he wasn’t a feeble old man either, despite all the cracks at his age he got. His medium short length hair, plus his beard and mustache, were all ghostly gray in color, which did little to say hidden under even the most expensive hair dyes. Sure, he already had a daughter a few months from graduating high school, but he still had a lot of life left in him, and he wasn’t quite at the point where old age made him inferior to just any young upstart barely out of his parent’s house. Still, his aged look elicited that sort of reacting from just about everyone he met, including his ex-wife, who divorced him to start sleeping with guys barely a few years older than their only child.
What ultimately made them hate their jobs and their lives most was a singular individual known as Edgar Mortimer Popovich the Second, or “Junior” as they called him behind his back. In his early 20s, he was a blonde haired blue eyed definition of a “heartthrob” by any woman the first time they see him. Unfortunately, his personality left a lot to be desired. With his dad owning a majority of the company, Junior was offered a number of promotions and raises well beyond what the average employee could expect. A number of his promotions and raises were taken from Greg, Barry, and Malcom on many occasions, although they all worked much longer at the company than he did. He took pretty much anything he wanted by throwing his fathers name around, in addition to threats of getting fired and blacklisted, which even had many employees on edge, including a number of which were his direct superiors. Rumors even had it that he’s slept with a number of female employees in the office by offering them similar threats. Another rumor went around that he bribed other women outside the office to come in, many times during work hours, to have sex with him in his office or any space that offered enough privacy to get his rocks off.
The trio of misfits had dealt with a great deal of shit inside and outside of work, although Junior was especially bad. Finally, after many years of abuse and disrespect, on top of a day that was truly the worst yet, the three gathered after clocking out and the decision was unanimous:
They were not taking another day of taking shit from anybody, and slowly but surely, they would start taking what they earned and deserved, even if it meant using drastic action. |