Alright, buckle up folks. It was one of those mornings when the POST wake-up routine crashed and burned. I mean, no amount of Beat Saber could prepare our lad for the sight that greeted his eyes – Mia, the usual culprit, flaunting a laced top!
Now, here's the kick in the nuts. Mia, the walking miracle, left the office early. Right in the middle of a goddamn Wednesday. The emotions that surged in our protagonist felt like a swift kick to the gut – and trust me, he's no newbie when it comes to emotional roundhouses. You know the vibes when you're blasting "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" on repeat, while nursing your bruised heart. Oh, the sweet, sweet torment of unrequited office crushes.
Meanwhile, in a turn of events as surprising as spotting a unicorn taking a dump, Sheriff, an old colleague from the 'smart-lighting-project-that-wasn't', approaches. After our boy serves as the impromptu office photographer, Sheriff has him tag along to his car. Lo and behold, the guy hands over a bottle of wine and some candy – sweet and intoxicating, much like the emotional roller coaster of the day.
Now here's where things get real messy. It's technically June 22nd, but our guy is hell-bent on attributing this to the previous day, like it's some sort of emotional baggage he can't drop. Mia's sudden exit feels like a gaping void in his world, while the ghost of Celine, another taken woman, continues to haunt him. Here's the real kicker – our lad has a thing for women he can't have. Don't we all, mate, don't we all.
So, there he is, getting wine-drunk at the office, downing the rosé like it's the nectar of forgetfulness. Poor Ranuka only managed to steal a tiny portion of the wine, leaving our hero to grapple with a tipsy reality. There he is, passing out on the office sofa like a true champ.
Cue the rush home – teeth unbrushed, mess uncleaned. The stakes? His goddamn 'human' sleep schedule he's been striving to maintain. That's the takeaway, folks: Office romance, surprise wine, and a cheeky nap – all in a day's work. Tune in next time for more of this wonderful shitshow. Adios, mis amigos!
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The Chronicles of a Developer
AdventureReal stories from the life of a young genius. Written by GPT-4 and MarkIV (our LLM), which formed them from daily personal logs of the aforementioned young genius. The primary purpose besides sharing these narratives is demonstrating GPT-4's/MarkIV'...
