Collide with the Sky (Kellic)

4. King For A Day

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Okay.

Sitting in the office bathroom, wondering how I'm meant to keep doing this.

This job is just ridiculous. It isn't fair. I'm blamed for everything here, I swear. I thought I could take this place, but I was wrong.

I got this job straight out of high school, I went straight into the work force; full time. My uncle heard I was looking for a job, and that his office had some open places. It's no surprise now, and that he quit himself a long time ago.

I thought it was great at first, I was getting money and had something to do with my life. Everything seemed to go well, I had my life on track. But eventually I came to realise how miserable this place made people. Unless you are at the top of this organisation and actually getting somewhere, rather than staying in the same position since you began, most quit by five years.

Its six now.

And it only gets worse. I thought it was fine, I thought I could handle this. It's like abuse, verbal abuse. Yelled at for nothing, sworn at.

Underpaid. I'm getting less than the minimum going rate for people my age. I don't see how any of this can be legal. How can this be a legitimate company? I want to leave, but I'd have nowhere to go. I just get by on my wage, but without work, how could I survive? I never had a backup plan.

I sat in here on top of the closed lid behind a cubical thinking of what I was to do. I feel this place should be sued for how they are, but I could never afford a lawyer good enough to win. I wish I could just walk straight out of that door and never come back, but I could never do that. I need a plan. Though I've never been good at making them...

I knew I'd have to go back in there in a minute, I can't hide forever. But it's just horrible. I could try going home sick, but they never allow days off. I would need some kind of obvious proof I was unable to work. Unless...

I knew it was a bad idea, but it was the only one I had. Fake be sick, make myself hurl. It's disgusting, I know, but I could get away. But really, what help would it be? Go home early just one day? I guess it's not.

I looked down at my watch. I better go back out there. I walked out down to my small set of fake walls and sat behind my desk.

"What took you so long?" barked the manager of this floor.

"That's personal," I sneered at him. I also found it a bit creepy he knew how long I was gone for, keeping tabs on me. But like they say, time is money.

I began to do my work, the over the top amount they gave me to finish by five today. It's nearly impossible to do that much, for normal workers. But with the amount of time I've been here, it's like they've trained me to finish it quickly.

As I did monotonous tasks, I thought of Vic again. He always finds a way to pop back into my mind. He makes me feel good, gives me some sense of hope, without doing a thing. I wonder where he is, what he's doing. Is he working, helping someone with their life.

I pulled out my phone, the phone I wasn't supposed to have out while working. Which seems ridiculous, what if you get an important call? But they've said, under no circumstances can we have it. Yet I did. What a rebel, huh?

I thought of calling Vic. Should I? Would it be annoying to him if I did, does he even like me? I hope so much that he does, he's become my only friend. We've hung out with each other a few times, just being in each other's company. I haven't told him that I think I may have feelings for him, because I don't know how he'd take it. I know I couldn't handle the rejection. I stared at the phone, contemplating on whether to contact him. But is it worth it, having a quick chat that will be forced to end by the evil bosses of this workplace. I deserve a break, longer than the fifteen minute lunch we get at 12.