We'll See If Hick Can Hold a Job

Hick was having his first meeting with the city on Tuesday, as part of his duties of running the apartments for the elderlies.

"I heard from one of my buddies that the mayor was insulted by me asking her those questions at lunch the other day."

"I TOLD YOU you shouldn't have done that! They're gonna fire you! And I won't care at all."

"They might. But she ASKED me to tell her if there's anything she can do to help. That's all I told her. I even asked my friend who works there, the one who brought me over to meet her. 'Did I say anything to the mayor that might have offended her that day you introduced us?' And she said no, that the mayor was really happy during our lunch meeting."

"Well, that's what I hate about people who are supposed to be important and in charge. They're two-faced. They act like everything is just fine, then they trash you when you're not around."

"It seems that way. I'm gonna tell 'em at my meeting, 'If somebody doesn't want me working here, that's fine with me. I'll quit. I'm not somebody who'll keep my mouth shut if I'm asked questions. I want to make things the best I can for these people, and if you don't like my answers or questions, then I don't have to work here. You can get someone else.'"

"I'm not sure if you should do that, but you don't HAVE to work there. If they keep trashing you, just quit. They can get a yes-man who lets it fall apart, but makes them feel important."

"We'll see how it goes..."

Hick spent many years being a supervisor in his butcher-saw-making factory. He is not thin-skinned when it comes to people's opinion of him. Not everybody loved Hick and his way of doing things. They did, however, respect his skills. Heh, heh... maybe all the times they sent him to their factories in Germany and Wales and Brazil and Sweden and New Jersey, it was just to get rid of him for a couple of weeks!