He almost skipped out of the store with the goofiest grin on his face. I walked out behind him into the darkening sky. The warm air filled my lungs and it felt wonderfully with the sun setting in the sky. The temperature outside was settling comfortably. I made it the whole way home. It was a wonderful day. I hoped tomorrow would be just as amazing. 

The next day at the factory chubby cheeks questioned why I was still here if I had gotten the job. He had a smug look on his face as if I had lied. "I'm going to tell the manager I quit today." "Don't worry I already did." He said with glee. He really took other people's misery as fuel to make himself feel better. I started to realize how unhappy he must be. I should feel slightly sad for him. I just couldn't bring myself to after all the terrible deeds he's done to everyone here. He saunters back to his work station with a terrible grin on his face. Filled with spite and malevolence is how I would describe it. 

I walked up to where I usually went for my short break and the manager was looking directly at me. "I heard you were quitting? Do you want to explain yourself?" He was a jerk as well. Both of them were far too infatuated with messing with people's lives. "Yes, I am quitting this job. I've got another one waiting for me at the association." He held his hand up to shush me. It irritates me when people think they are superior when it's quite obvious they aren't. "You want me to believe that! Then why are you here?" 

"I have something to drop off to one of my coworkers. I was going to put in my letter of resignation after today. But it seems like someone beat me to it." Glancing in the direction of that despicable pig made me feel slightly calmer. Because at that moment I would pull out my paper announcing that I made it in. Wiping off that arrogant smirk off the foreman's pet would be so wonderful. I had the paper to the manager with a polite smile. "What's this?" "Just look." Is all I said. Everyone was looking at us now. Thomas had a reassuring expression on his face as I looked over to see everyone's reactions. 

I held up the bag with the toys. But before I could hear what Thomas had to say I noticed the face of the cowardly man. His face went as pale as a white sheet. His paper thin skin on his hands showing his blue veins popping out in contrast. I thought he was going to faint. "What is it sir? You don't look that good." "I can't believe it." He stuttered in response. "I'm sure you can't." I walked over to give the presents for the kids while they both stood there dumbfounded. I sat the bag down on the worn stool. 

I pulled out the doll and paper with the colored pencils to go along with it. He stood there with tears in his eyes. "Thank you. I truly appreciate it." Then he pulled me in for a tight hug. It was always nice to do good for others. I learned that from my mother. "You're welcome. I guess I should leave since they found out I quit." He laughed heartily.