Here’s my response to the song prompt “Mean” sung by Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy it — well, given the subject matter, perhaps “enjoy” isn’t the correct word to use.
Mean
by Fay Moore (c) 2012
“You didn’t do it right.”
“Sorry, sir. I thought you said . . .”
“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to do what I tell you to do.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now go out there and do it over. This time do it the right way.”
“I’m not sure how you want it . . .”
“You figure it out. I told you once already. Use your head. That’s why it’s there on your shoulders. Quit acting like an imbecile.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And none of that silly singing. Who told you you could sing anyway? With a voice like that you should get a job scaring away crows. Your voice reminds me of those damnable noisemakers the city put in the trees to scare off birds. You hurt my ears. No singing.”
“Yes.” There’s a pause followed by, “sir.”
“Well, don’t just stand there. Get to it. Are you going to make me stand here all day supervising you? You lazy dog. Get to work.”
No one could hear the reply muttered under the kid’s breath.
“Mean bastard.”
Fay Moore: I Want To Be a Writer 
Oh, man, I want to give that kid a hug. And box the supervisor’s ears. 🙂
Ditto!
Nice work, Fay. I like dialogue pieces and without any sort of ‘stage directions/descriptors’, it really gives the piece a sense of immediacy. 🙂
Some people have such an inflated sense of self-importance it’s unreal! GRR to that!