This is a story. Rated R.

The most unfortunate thing happened to me today. I lost my job. But it wasn’t the fact that I lost my job that upset me. In fact, I wanted to lose my job. It’s the manner in which I lost my job that upsets me. I loved a girl at work, which is fine, but I suppose that it’s when you express your love that you get in trouble. Love, in the work setting, is not perceived as love. It’s stripped down to the carnal desires of the thing. It’s called “sexual harassment” and has taboos around it. But I wanted to be with the girl that I loved. The only problem, I suppose, is that she didn’t love me.

Eventually, she told my boss about my love for her, which as I said, had all sorts of taboos around it. My boss came to talk to me about it. He reprimanded me for harassing her sexually. I didn’t try to correct him and tell him that I simply loved her. I took his talking to and didn’t mouth off or quit, because that wasn’t the manner in which I wanted to leave me job.

I still loved the girl at work. I suppose that even if I tried, I couldn’t stop loving her. Love is a complicated venture, which is embarrassed by the work environment. They make it seem so indecent, so sexually driven. They don’t see the beauty in it. They don’t realize that love is such a strong emotion, and that it can’t be restricted or contained.

It seemed that she became less and less taken by me. Sometimes afraid. I can’t imagine why.

She told the boss about my love for her again. My boss gave me a final warning, and told me that I was going to be fired the next time that he received a complaint. I was angry, but I kept my anger in. This wasn’t how I wanted to lose my job. However, this made me dislike my boss even more. I began to feel sorry for him, though. He probably didn’t have love. He probably didn’t know what love was, outside of prostitutes. Maybe this was why he stripped it down to only it’s carnal desires.

I wouldn’t see her for hours because she would be on lunch break twice and three times a day, or so it seemed. That or the other guys at work would stop me from approaching her. I resented them all for the disregard for love, and became sad because they all probably only dealt with prostitutes, and therefore only saw love for it’s carnal desires.

It came to the day when I decided to leave work. The girl that I loved was there, and I saw her, and the boss didn’t say anything to me. So I took out my gun and I shot her. And then I shot my boss. And then I loved her body and propped my boss up against the wall and made him watch. I wanted his eyes to understand the true meaning of love. It wasn’t carnal. It was gentle. It was beautiful.

One of the guys saw me loving her dead body and was startled. He shot me in the arm with my own gun three times and wrestled me out of the building where he called the police. This wasn’t how I wanted to leave work. I wanted to leave with their bodies, and teach my boss an eternal lesson about love.