Pete's Pit

I have been miserable ever since I got married. All through my childhood, I had been hearing people say that settling down, having a kid or two, working in an office… THOSE were the ultimate life, and that was, of course, before I got married myself.
I worked in a firm where all the employees were wearing suits and polished shoes. I hated it, but strangely, it seemed as if the universe simply likes to turn people more miserable. If it hadn't, I would have never become an assistant manager.
I was unhappy, yet quite wealthy.
"It's a lie," I kept muttering to myself, "trapped in a golden cage where money buys you happiness. A dirty lie. That happiness is a fake. Simply a hoax."
It was a cold day, when it happened. I stepped into his firm, holding my mug tightly, sipping the steamy coffee casually.
"Good morning, Me. Levinsky," I greeted my boss, Mr. Bourgeois.
"Wonderful morning, Pete," he replied, smiling.
"What is so wonderful?" I asked.
"I'm on fire! Ya know. Today we're gonna fire people who aren't good for our office," Mr. Bourgeois announced.
I simply resented my boss's way of speaking. It was childish and immature.
"Firing?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Yes. You get to fire people too," he said, as if those were outstanding news.
"You can fire Sandy," he said with a wink.
Sandy… Oh, Sandy…
He was more arrogant than arrogant. He was the definition of arrogance. He was a great worker. Truly stupendous, yet, he had one yet massive drawback – he knew that well. He always looked at me as inferior, even though I was in a higher rank than him.
I hated that guy. The moment Mr. Bourgeois threw those words, it was tempting. As soon as he had said those words – I began thinking.
I had the power to finally "set me free" out of those annoying comments, those remarks, the suggestions he used to offer me to "improve my work", even though it was a bad piece of advice.
I used to imagine a pit. Deep pit, where I can keep Sandy trapped and torture him. He was my pit guy; the person who I hated the most, enough to toss him into a dark, black, abyss.
By saying those very words, my boss had given me the most powerful weapon I could use. I could destroy my pit guy.
I was highly tempted, yet then, I suddenly realized.
When I came to work there, I had promised myself not to change, and now, few years later, I'm here, standing and thinking of corrupted thoughts. 'Who have I become? What monster am I? Can I do that?'
All of those questions had been asked in my head, and then I made my resolution.
"I have an employee to fire," I said.
"Who?" asked Mr. Bourgeois curiously.
I had realized who the guy truly was. Me. I was trapped in my own pit for the whole time. I'd been working in a place I hate, doing the wrong choices, making awful decisions… And during this all time, I was the one who suffered. I was torturing me.
"Me," I said.
"What?"
"I am done working here," I said firmly, "I am done fantasizing about happiness, instead of achieving it. Goodbye, Bourgeois, and hope we'd never meet again."