My Job

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I sighed deeply. "I hate my job..." I groaned leaning back in my seat I took a sip of my energy drink before looking back to the computer screen. "Nothin.' " I mumbled setting down the can. I heard a familiar sound, I rolled my eyes and turned away from the screen, grabbing my phone and hitting the green button. "What do you want?" I asked flatly. "It's one AM!" yelled my roommate. I pulled the phone away from my ear annoyed "So?" I questioned. "Don't tell me..." She sneered "Are you at the office?!" She nagged "Quite yelling." I hissed rubbing my ears. At that moment I heard a ding from my computer. I quickly turned to face it my eyes widened. "I gotta go," I stated quickly hanging up.

Not thinking about the crap I'd get from her later. I stared at the screen intently reading the just-sent message '@$*)(^!'. It read.

I clenched my fist and glared at the screen. I slammed shut the computer annoyed and tired. "Codded," I muttered. "I need a cigarette," I packed up my things and left the office lighting a cigarette. Of course, it coded I thought. Before finding I was in front of my apartment. I reached out my hand and started turning the nob when the door flew open. I pulled my hand back and glared at Eden annoyed.

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