I look at the clock... 1:45 am, I shouldn't be up but this is the only time I can get things done with no distraction, no co workers texting me to ask me to go out for drinks, no friends messaging me about weekend plans, nothing.
I spin my chair around and get up to get another coffee, kicking a few half-empty bottles of water on my way out, I need to be up at 7:30 for work, but this project is due first thing tomorrow it's not like I can take a sick day because I'm crashed out on coffee from doing a marketing report that I had two weeks to do in 3 nights. And we can't use our PTO with about 7 hours notice for whatever reason. While I wait for the water to boil, I stare out of my 2nd floor studio apartment window look at all the people still out and about at 2 in the morning, what's their stories? Why are they out while they should just be at home?
I get back to my desk and stare at my half completed report. "This is shit" I mumble faced with the realisation that this isn't going to cut it, misspellings, grammatical mistakes, natural for someone who is running on cheap, black coffee. Part of me wants to shut the PC off completely, but the higher-ups would probably be up my ass all month if this isn't finished to a reasonable degree.
2:15 am, I've been joined by my dog Richard, people ask me why I didn't name him something "normal" like "fluffy" or "cupcake", some people don't like naming pets human names, but Richard here is about as intelligent as most of the people I work with so I thought he'd be bestowed a human name, Richard. Richard sat by my feet, as if waiting for me to come to my bed, but if I work at this pace all night, I won't be seeing my bed before I see my work desk.
"Fuck it" I groan defiantly "I'll just apologise or something, I can't do this now"
2:18 I lay in bed, waiting for my alarm to interrupt whatever dream I may be having, like me owning a place instead of paying an extortionate amount of rent for a studio apartment, hah... as if.
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Oliver From Marketing
General FictionOliver is a 24 year old who works in marketing, he lives in a studio apartment with his dog Richard, he's fairly unhappy and generally pessimistic with life