Leaving His Mark

He thought about his time at the company while he sat in the human resources waiting for his exit interview. It was hellish, to be sure. There was nothing remotely good about it. His soon to be ex-boss was a simpleton who never worked and passed the buck to him on numerous occasions. He got screwed out of a week of vacation time because of administrative error. His co-workers were gossiping braggarts and couldn't stop long enough between chatting sessions to do anything productive. And he got paid like an intern.

At least he had left his mark, he thought, by which he meant the shoe sized hole in the office wall that he made one frustrating day. In keeping with tradition, the maintenance crew was just an inept, and the hole was still there two months after it was made.