This morning, well it started out and everything was okay. I was fine until I noticed that they towed my car away. I was very stressed and didn't really feel like walking to work. Everybody driving by looked at me like I was a jerk. I knew all too well that I would be really, really late. I have a lot of things to do that I know just can't wait. I guess they will have to, until I make it there. I just saw my neighbor drive by, I wonder, does he even care? Only 2 more miles, I guess I needed the exercise. Next time I will wear athletic shoes. I guess that would be wise. Just a few more yards to go, I'm going to be on time! No, wait. It's 9:30, never mind.
When my boss man was finally through from chewing me out, people talked and wondered what all the yelling was about. I told them I was late, and that sorry doesn't matter when your paperwork is behind and you're trying to climb the latter. I will be vice president of this company one day I know. That is, if I keep dreaming and they don't decide to let me go. I started working immediately and didn't drag around. The telephones kept ringing, but I didn't let it slow me down.
Soon when I was caught up, the boss cut me no slack. When I finished what I was doing, he brought me another stack. I smiled to his face, but inside I was so mad. I wanted to say a few words, really really bad, but I just sat there and took it like I always do. I didn't show my anger, but somehow he knew. He asked me what was my problem. I told him it was nothing at all. When he walked out of the room, I growled and I gripped my stress ball.
The minutes seemed like hours and it was only ten. I kept looking at the clock, then I'd look at it again. When noon time came around, I went to get some lunch. Somebody called my name and who it was, I had a hunch. It was the good ole boss man, who was wondering where I was going. I still tried very hard to keep my anger from showing. I told him Mickey Dees and as I walked toward the door, he said I want a number 2....and also a number 4! Suddenly I remembered that I didn't drive my car, and the restaurant was miles away, to walk would be too far. I tried to explain to him that I didn't have a ride, but he had already walked away and so I walked outside.
When I made it to Mickey Dees, I had to wait in line. It seemed to take forever but I really didn't mind. It was a lot cooler inside than it was outside that door and the sweat was pouring down my back like it never had before. When I paid for all of the food I had three bags in my hands and I also tried to hold 2 drinks, I had to come up with a plan. I balanced the drinks on top of the bags and I walked really slow to make sure I didn't drop any food and back to work I did go.
I was feeling weak on the way back, and I was only half way there. My arms started hurting, my feet were sore and the pain was hard to bear.My hands were tired too, from holding the 3 bags, and I realized I didn't have on a belt and my pants started to sag. So, I sat the food down on the sidewalk to pull up my slacks and never saw the dogs behind me, running in a pack. They snatched the #4 at once and snatched the #2 and I began to rant and scream. I didn't know what to do! With my drink and my bag still in my hand I ran after the mutts, but I tripped and fell and spilled my food, man I am such a Klutz. I put my food back in the bag, with dirt and sand and all. I headed back to work and made it in time for the lunch whistle to call.
Everybody in the room all laughed at me the moment I walked in. My pants were torn, my shirt was dirty and my boss man had a grin. I had no intention of telling my story to that inconsiderate dude. So I just rolled my eyes and handed over what was left of my food. He asked me what the heck it was, and why the food was soiled. He laughed and wondered why I looked so rough and that's when my blood boiled. I daydreamed of punching him in the face or dumping the food onto his head, but then I could see the lawsuit coming so I just stood there silently instead.
About that time I heard an alarm and realized this was all a dream. I was so relieved that those things didn't happen I just wanted to scream. There was knock on the door, it was the tow-truck driver. I didn't worry about that fact, because now I'm a survivor. I thought to myself that I'll face this day, and I'll be bold, lively and quick. Instead I figured I needed a day off so I decided to call in sick!
The End!
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