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Grits Ain’t Groceries – Little Milton
He sat me down opposite his desk, and I said, ‘John, this isn’t working.’
‘How so?’
‘I’m getting no help from your staff. They don’t trust me. Neither does your partner. He didn’t want me around from the get-go. And in his shoes, neither would I. It’s not good for worker/management relations.’
‘You must’ve had tougher assignments.’
‘Sure. But normally a few days’ research, or a week sitting in my car, pissing in a bottle, or even a few sore heads, does the trick. None of those works here.’
‘I see.’
I could see he was disappointed in me, and that hurt. Don’t ask me why, it was just that I liked the bloke.
I took out the cheque. ‘Thanks for this,’ I said, ‘but I can’t accept it. Can we tear it up, and call it quits?’
‘If that’s how you want
