Phil Penne Creations

#3 - The Office

 

     ...You find some sort of loose tablet lying at the back of the drawer, probably left here by the previous tenant of the cubicle, and well past its expiration date. You pop it in your mouth and wash it down with the warm remainder of your diet cola. With any luck, it will get rid of your headache – or kill you. Either outcome is fine with you at this point.

        Heaving a sigh, you make a half-hearted attempt to clean up some of the insanity on your desk. Invoices need to get routed over to Purchasing. The VP still hasn’t signed the requisitions. Why isn’t the Financials spreadsheet working? Guess a call to the help desk is in order. Get those reports typed up – they’re already a week overdue. Send out the… order more of the…

        You turn off the light in your cubicle, roll your chair back a foot or so, and lay your head on your desk. Too much. Too much. You close your eyes - not to take a nap (heaven forbid you rob the company of any time), but just to block out everything for a brief moment, and try to clear your head. Damn, I wish this headache would go away. Wonder if he’s going to stand me up at the bar like he did last week. God, at this rate I’m going to die single. Did we ever get the accounts receivables from…

        “Excuse me?”

        You wake to a voice nearby...

 

 

So, your day at the office has been bad beyond belief. Trust me - it gets better. But you could never imagine how...