Have you heard the term “quiet quitting” yet? It’s been all over the news and social media lately, along with its newly dubbed counter-term, “quiet firing.” Today, let’s write about them.

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Today’s Writing Prompt: Quiet Termination

Today, write a scene about someone who is either “quietly quitting” or being “quietly fired.” While the terms typically apply to the workplace, feel free to apply them to other life scenarios and relationships, too. And if you aren’t yet familiar with the terms, enter them into your search engine and you’ll find plenty of articles about them.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

Quiet Termination, by K.E. Creighton

“Oh, sorry Todd, I won’t be able to make happy hour tonight. I have a family thing,” I said through clenched teeth. I’m a terrible liar. But he didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Okay. See you next week then,” he said without making eye contact, as he leaned on my cubicle and scrolled through something on his smartphone. He nodded without looking up before walking away a few seconds later.

A few minutes later I received an email reminder from him asking for the quarterly reports by Monday, again, like I haven’t been doing them every quarter for the past two years— even though it is technically his responsibility to complete them, and that he knew I had already finished them two days ago. They were already saved in the shared drive and I emailed him with an update about them yesterday.

I stared at my inbox, blankly scrolling through unnecessary reminders, follow-ups for past-due projects I was waiting on others for, and a string of never-ending two-sentence emails with no real substance from a handful of individuals who never want to be accountable for any real decisions that needed to be made yesterday. Although I can’t say I blame them. Who would actually want to take responsibility for anything to do with this team or company? Todd didn’t. And, of course, there was also a notice that my abysmal check would be late again this week.

I was distracted and bored, and my mind wandered back to what it always does every Thursday Todd stops by my desk and decides to invite me to happy hour.

I knew he felt obligated to invite me to happy hour. Only the guys in sales on the fourth floor with Todd met up at happy hour every week. And if I did go, it would only be seen as if I was making a move to sleep with one of them, by the entire office, even if it weren’t remotely true. At least, that’s what the rumors about Sarah and Michelle implied– the two assistants who now work on the second floor for a different team.

If I didn’t go to happy hour, I was dubbed as “too serious,” although apparently not serious enough to be offered serious projects, even when I took some initiative and started closing deals. I had been reprimanded for that, closing a deal and making them and myself a lot of money, a couple of months ago. But if I did go, I would also never be seen as serious and would only be gossiped about…

I was stuck, exhausted, and so accustomed to these tired misogynistic games that my resentment was even starting to wane a bit.

Last week I thought about working somewhere else. But every workplace out there is run by a Todd. There’s no escaping it. And I’m too broke to go back to school. So here I am.

I looked at my screen again. 3:45. They’d head out soon for happy hour. And I would head out to eat takeout with some friends from college who still lived in town.

I closed my laptop and left it on the desk. I wouldn’t touch it again until mid-Monday. The reports weren’t due until noon anyway. And for whatever reason, Todd was always too lazy to access them in the shared drive himself.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt

As I was working on this writing prompt, I thought about another writing prompt I worked on a couple of weeks back: The Day my CEO Cried. I don’t like how depressing the writing seems, but I don’t like how depressing the modern workplace is either…

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