I Hate My Job

4 - New Problems

4 - New Problems

He's taking too long.

"Are you done?" I asked the large, middle-aged, man in front of me. I've been waiting for what felt like hours for him to finish taking drinks. Which he oh-so-purposely have taken quite a few, must I add!

He turned around to face me, the cup in his hand as he sipped it painfully slow and keeping his gaze at me. If he wasn't so much older than me, I would've punch his pillow-like belly, right now.

Here's the thing--not only my boss dislikes me but also my 'dearest' co-workers. For all of the times that I've worked here, none, and I mean none, of them have ever invited me to go to lunch with them or to hang out after we're done with work.

No surprise there, really. They're probably don't want to get on Terrance's bad side since I am stuck there eternally. Maybe they thought if they ever even seen with me, Terrance would put them in his blacklist and would treat unfairly like he treated me.

Yeah, that would make sense. So, I guess this is my fault that I have no other friends besides than the same old same old BJ and Hale?

Guilty as charge.

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"Ah, sh*t." I silently cursed when my stapler won't work. I glanced at Hale's table but he was nowhere in view. Probably out to do some paper works. This left me to force myself to interact with my other co-workers who hated my guts.

I peeked my head from the wall that separated the outside world from mine and saw George lazily typed whatever was on the papers and his chin rested on his hand. I gulped and gathered all the courage that was left in me.

I abruptly stood up and hesitant in my steps as I walked towards him with my head down. I could feel the weird looks people were giving me as it was very rare for me to walk to other tables than Hale's.

"H-h-hello, George." I stuttered as I attempted on greeting him as normal as possible.

Which was a total failure by the way. It took him a while to turn his head to me and when he did--his face resembled a ten-year-old listening to their parents talking about the birds and the bees.

"Why are you here?" He asked, obviously disliking my presence in his territory. It's not like I'm infected- well, maybe I am in a way but whatever. I tried to form a smile on my lips but ended up as an awkward grin.

"I-I was just wondering...if I-I could, um- if I could borrow your," I paused and let out a heavy sigh as I realized that this was harder than I expected it to be. George was still waiting with a raised eyebrow.

I drew in a deep breath and get on with it. "I was wondering if I could borrow your stapler?" I asked all too quickly and felt myself getting smaller and smaller by the second. George inspected me for a while before reaching for his staplers.

A real smile formed on my face and a new feeling bloomed in my chest. A warm feeling that made me feel all giddy and light. Is this a start of a new friendship?

As George was about to hand me the staplers, my lips automatically formed to a wide smile and I never felt so light before. My hands almost touched the staplers and possibly our new friendship but what I didn't see coming was--the evil smirk he has on his face.

He f*cking pulled away.

My eyebrows knitted tightly together as I watched him stapling the stapler away at each sides of his head as if he was playing the freaking caramba. My nerves were getting hard to control when started to make faces just to push me more on the edge.