White and Blue Stripe

Ellis Govoni

Christie Beveridge

Critical Theory

11 December,  2012

White and Blue Stripe

February 13^th 2007, a typical English weather looms over Liverpool. “Come! Into my office!” yields a tall man, with features comparable to the weather, grey and

unappealing; this man is Arthur Pittman. In comes a man with a small binder with documents separated numerically. “Yes sir…” the secretary said with a slight hesitation. “You must organize a meeting of the branch managers; we have important matters at hand they need to be informed of.” Arthur said looking at his letter opener on his leather embossed mahogany desk. “…Do you want me to simply, inform them myself and…” The secretary was cut of when Arthur grasped the small blade in his hand and said “Absolutely not, this is none of your concern, never did I say in your job requirement that I required you to distribute such valuable information that I attain!” The secretary left without a word, turning on the heel of his foot, barley making a sound on the marble floor, as his shoes hit the cold black and white stone. Noticing a small nick in the corner of one tile near the foot of a chair, of which there were three, Arthur scowled and wrote down the secretaries name on a small card that he then put back into his wallet, perhaps as a reminder.  Shoes shined, suit pressed, Arthur strolls through the company lot to his reserved parking spot, separated only by a thin white and blue stripe.  February 14^th, the same rainy day as other day.  “Hello, Roger speaking?” A voice comes from inside a cubical. “…Are you sure? Did he say anything else? Okay… okay.” The sound of the dial tone rang in his ears. With a long sigh and the scratch of his head, Roger left his desk and went to deliver the news. “Can I have every ones attention!” The room froze all eyes were on Roger. “I need to see every one in the conference room now…”

Slowly the employees filed into the small room, to see what was in store. But they new what was coming, their branch had predicted record low profits. After three hours of debate and many tears later. The people of the Pittman Corporation were let go.