Afterthoughts for Cleaning House

This afterthought is my own. The views, opinions and past stories of my life are in no way a reflection of how the folks at Pen of the Damned feel. If you read this before reading “Cleaning House”, then you’re a silly goose. Go read that first and make sure to give your support to Pen of the Damned and the rest of the writers.

We craft nightmares, we mold modern horror, and we do it, for you.

Now, with that aside….

My mother taught me early in life to manage my negative feelings by writing them down on paper. And she was vague about it, too. So, if I was pissed at a pine cone, I’d jot down a scathing paragraph, or if a friend was being an a-hole, I’d write a nasty bit about them. That coping skill took a break and resurfaced in my high school years, where I transformed most of my ill feelings into stories. Today I rely on it to maintain my sanity sane and to mold stories from an idea to something substantial.

I do vent by expressing verbal displeasure with the day-to-day nonsense; sometimes more often then I’d like to. I have the curse of gab. I would call it a gift, but I tend to get myself into trouble with my words more often than naught. I’m one to speak before I think and that is how I have been for as long as I can remember. I can blame it on this or that—my ADHD, my brain, my current dispositions on whatever—it would all make sense in a way and I would probably stand correct on some levels; at least to myself, if no one else.

But at the end of the day, at the finale of my life, that is just who I am.

“Cleaning House” was a way to combine my uncontrollable mouth with my craft. Those who have worked with me know my ultimate detest of Today’s workforce. I’ve been vocal about it since sobriety entered the fray and those feelings at one point never passed through a filter. I would say what was on my mind and that was that.

I’ve toned down a bit, and I would never dispatch an entire crew of self-centered, self-serving and selfish Millennials, or any living creature for that matter. Especially with a concoction of cleaners guised as “homebrewed solutions”.

I feel that this disclaimer is important.

I wouldn’t say that I’ve lost faith. I work with a few individuals who are of that generation and they impress the hell out of me. Yet I still find the overwhelming mass of Millennials to be ignorant, lazy and self-entitled. It stifles progress. Brent is exhausted and the definite example of burnt-out. The invitation for illogical decisions and knee-jerk reactions are welcomed to him. He is demoralized, defeated, and desperate. And it happens all the time. He feels helpless and that abandonment squeezes his motivation, slowly sapping it away until nothing remains.

Want to fire someone for attendance? Gotta’ go through Human Resources first. Catch someone drinking on the job? Shit, I should probably check to see if there has been a write up before I move forward to termination.

But Brent found his out. Instead of wasting any more time daydreaming a fool’s errand, he acted on the underlying nightmare that echoed in the burrows of his mind. He knew that oblivious minds would fold to the incentive of going home early; the praise he gave his workers fed their suffocating self-worth. Anyone who doesn’t want to be at work will take that dangling carrot and run whilst knowing that they’d come back. Even the shittiest employees still need money. Insubordination is a tool sometimes utilized to gain leverage, and when he told them to take off after they cleaned room twelve, he knew that they would comply and not buck-up against his request. Brent exploited this and lured them into his trap, and along the way, he found confidence and elation to the changes that were down the pike for not only himself, but for the people he cared for.

The workers in this story are all a part of my past. Marco, the stimulant-railing junkie was me when I’d preach while being drunk on the clock. Jimmy Nelson, the goof who was more involved in his cellphone than anything else, was me when I was not being a team player, even though I had the skills to help. Selma, the frowning, miserable soul who reminded others to work while she only judged, was me when I wanted to only spread disgust instead of positivity. Crystal sold herself on a plate of lies to gain a position that paid more while doing less. When Brent caught her stealing, she knew just what to say and what to do to keep her spot. Yup, that too was me. I’d play the system to get another check or two before leaving to whatever job I could find.

I’m not the perfect employee. I have things that I can improve upon. This story isn’t a means to set myself apart from everyone else, but I do have a work ethic that is hard to match, and as a Millennial, I take pride in that. I was Brent in a few ways. I want to make change, quick. I want to shelve formalities and make progress. I sometimes make irrational choices so that change can occur, regardless of the potential fallout. Brent took it and methodically implemented his plan. And at that very moment when he locked his staff in room twelve and the fumes began to eat away at their existence that he made phenomenal strides at making life easier and stressful for not only himself, but for those that he supported.

And he even took Mr. Rimski out for barbecue.

To those who fall in the ranks of being an asshole Millennial:

Put down the cellphone, give a shit about someone else and do the fucking job. It is going to be hard, I know. The rewards will be great, and your boss may not become a Brent. He might be a Kent. Or a Jill—fuck I don’t know. But he won’t be looking at you with thoughts of,

“I’d rather have a corpse doing the job than this useless puke,” or, “Please clock in late one more time so I can start the termination process.”

Writing is harsh. It is meant to extend ideas into a fictional world that will generate emotions. Yeah, this is a harsh story and a brutal afterthought, but that’s life.

Thanks for reading.

John Potts Jr.

Author: John Potts Jr

I write horror and dark humor... and that's about it. Come on over and give a read sometime! Thanks! K bye!

3 thoughts on “Afterthoughts for Cleaning House”

    1. Thanks man! I wanted my rage and disdain to flow more than it did, but I make Millennials feel their worth as it is (some are good, but most, are garbage… at least on the clock anyways), so I don’t need them complaining to my bosses about it. Either way, F’em. Glad you enjoyed!

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