Redundancies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 06, 2018

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Redundancies

 

There was no warning; not even a rumor had been heard in the factory, and there had been plenty floating around before they laid off ten workers a year ago. No, this time it came totally out of the blue.

The staff clocked in, same as every morning. Laughters, jokes, general chatter filled the entrance, and everyone took off towards their usual positions to take up there normal work. Things got underway almost instantly, every day, but today nothing happened. The machines were not turned on and the workers stood there perplexed. Unlike the boss not to be in early and get things going.

When Frank Fuller, the boss man, finally came in to view it was clear that something was wrong. Very wrong, in fact. He was a fair man, generally a jovial man – everyone agreed that it would be hard to find a better man to work under. If you had a problem, you could go to him with it, talk it out, and he would actually listen and try to help.

Today he looked weighed down. Gone was the smile, not a word was exchanged. He appeared to be embarrassed, or perhaps ashamed would be more appropriate. He stood in the middle of the factory floor and summoned the workers around him. Reluctantly, they gathered; the feeling of some kind of dread palpable.

“Hi, guys. I’m....I’m sorry.” Frank had to pause, clear his throat, before he could continue speaking. “They’re closing us down. As of now this factory no longer exists.” He paused, allowing the workers to process his words, watching as the realization and the shock hit.

“What about our wages?” Someone finally managed to speak up, ask what they needed to know.

“And our pensions? Some of us have been here for years and years.” The full scale of the disaster was quickly setting in.

Frank held up his hands, signalling his helplessness in the situation. “What money I have got is being split fairly between you all. I’m sorry, it will not be enough to cover any of your due wages in full. All the assets of the factory have been frozen, the bank account too. We’ll have to wait now until the bankruptcy proceedings have been gone through. I’m sorry.” Frank Fuller wanted to flee, did not want to see the betrayal etched on his former friends faces. There was one final thing he had to say, before he could make an escape. “You are to remove all of your personal belongings, nothing more, nothing less, and this will take place under the watchful eyes of these ladies and gentlemen.”

Not noticed before, the group of men and women stepped forward. There was no sign of compassion on their faces; their expressions were cold, curiously impersonal. They had probably witnessed the same scene many times before.

It was a subdued group that made their way to the lockers, picking up the their meagre portion of wages on the way. What were they going to do now?

No jobs anywhere, that was the bleak truth. If they’d known in advance would it have helped? Well, Bill thought, as he pressed his head against the wall, at least promises wouldn’t have been made. The holiday, the new car.....neither would have been considered had he realized what was about to happen. Now he was going to have to walk back home, deliver the life-changing blow. Could he face it? No, he wanted to run, to disappear, but step after step he made his way back home and unlocked the door.


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