The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Bob had worked for Fridays for years when he was asked to move to the one mentioned in this story. He had been paid well, but money can only get you so far, so when his wife and he decided to start a family, they decided to move. 

When they refused to transfer him, Bob quit, spending a year living off of his savings. Eventually, he decided to return to work, managing to land the job he originally wanted in the store he asked to be transferred to.

Bob stood in front of the desk, watching George lazily click about his desktop.

“Hmm...yeah, it’s not looking good, Bob. Nothing available for another year.” George said.

“George. I only came here as a favo. I was never supposed to stay this long. Tracey and I want to be in Florida by the time the baby comes.”

George started sliding on his coat. “Come on Bob, Georgia’s nice. You’ll learn to love it. I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” George patted Bob on the shoulder,giving him a two-faced smile, and pushed past him and out the door.

The month he had given them had passed, enough time for them to replace him, but not enough time for them to try to convince him to stay. Bob was packing up the moving truck when his wife came running out.

“Bob! George is on the phone!”

“Oh boy.” Bob mumbled, running into the largely empty house and picking up the receiver. “Bob here.”

“Hey, Bob!” George called out from the other end of the receiver. “I was just calling to see if you were going to be heading out soon.”

Bob looked around at the remaining scattered boxes. “ Probably not.” he said, “Realistically, it’ll probably be another hour at least.”

There was a short pause before George spoke. “Oh...well, the meeting started about five minutes ago...so…”

“So?” Bob parroted, knowing full well what the other man was getting at.

“So, could you maybe head out now?”

“George. I don’t work for you anymore. I gave you a month’s notice. Time’s up.”

Nervous laughter came from George’s end. “Y-you’re not serious.”

“As a heart attack, George.”

George’s voice rose in a panicked quiver. “Bob, please. I-what am I supposed to do?”

“Listen,” Bob said calmly, “I’m sorry, but I gave you plenty of time to replace me. I gotta go finish packing the truck. Good luck.”

The call ended with a beep.

It Wasn’t a Bluff

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Bob had worked for Fridays for years when he was asked to move to the one mentioned in this story. He had been paid well, but money can only get you so far, so when his wife and he decided to start a family, they decided to move.

When they refused to transfer him, Bob quit, spending a year living off of his savings. Eventually, he decided to return to work, managing to land the job he originally wanted in the store he asked to be transferred to.

Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Robert Mulry on December 22, 2017
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