So, a couple of weeks ago, my employer finally listened to us and got rid of the absolutely toxic contractors we’d been trying to get gone for years.

For way too long, we endured a firehose of lies, of half-assed efforts, of verbal abuse and sometimes, threats of physical violence.

The downside is that the bosses didn’t seem to actually have a plan for how to replace the work these guys did (which admittedly wasn’t a lot, but it was some and there were four of them), and so apparently, it’s all my job?

Even the stuff I told them I’m not capable of doing.

I have no regrets getting rid of those guys. I’m still not happy about suddenly working a position that’s twenty-four-seven again, and hoping desperately it’s rectified shortly.

Time to write is imperative.

Target: 200 words
Written: 358 words, hip little story: Get Back Again