2035
Anthony Alford, assistant manager at Home Depot, is once again in line for a promotion to manager.
This is his fourth chance - on three previous occasions, head office ended up going with someone else, despite Alford's contagious smile and obvious raw-management ability. On one of those occasions Alford had all but been offered the job when he ruptured his achilles in a forklift accident, requiring surgery that kept him from working for three months.
He knows this time is a make-or-break scenario. If he doesn't get the promotion, he'll have to put in for a transfer so he can start over with a fresh slate.
He stands outside the automatic doors before his shift and thumbs his name tag. Anthony. The name of his father. The name his mother chose for him.
He thinks about how his name has brought pride and shame to his family. Being a high MLB draft pick, playing college football, being ranked as Toronto's #1 baseball prospect... the publicity from his 2012 weapons charge, his mother's 2012 charges, his family home burning down in 2017, him washing out of baseball in humiliating fashion that spring in 2020, the fried rice incident in Korea...
He closes his eyes and says quietly to himself, "I'm proud of who I am and where I've been. I'm Anthony Alford."
Eyes still closed, he takes four large and confident steps into the store, forgetting the tall display of dimmer switches he set up near the front door yesterday. He walks forcefully into the display, the metal rack loudly crashes to the floor and merchandise scatters everywhere. He looks up to see his retiring manager shaking his head, sadly.