“I can’t take it any longer.”
Paul looked at his office mate. “What can’t you take any longer?” he asked Steve.
“Working for Richard,” Paul answered. “He’s such a micromanager. I feel like everything I do is under a microscope. He has his fingers on everything, down to the tiniest detail.”
“Yeah, that’s the way he is,” agreed Steve. “But that’s his management style. He’s very detail oriented and is a micro kind of a guy.”
“Well, it annoys the hell out of me,” Paul said.
“You gotta chill, man,” Steve adviced. “This place is just a microcosm of the real world. Between surveillance cameras everywhere and Facebook, Twitter, and Alexa, everyone is looking over your shoulder.” Then he looked at his watch. “It’s almost lunchtime. Let’s head over to the lunch room. I hear they finally replaced the broken microwave.”
“Forget the microwave,” Paul said. “I need a liquid lunch. Let’s try out that microbrewery that opened up on Fourth Avenue.”
“Good idea,” Steve said. “Give me a micro minute to hit the men’s room before we go.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “micro.”