Precinct

9 To 5

                It's sickening, it really is. I have to wake up every single morning and the first thing that pops into my head is how tainted this world is. Not "Oh another 9 to 5" or "Hopefully work will be good today" or my daily thought if Frank, my coworker will show up on time. Not even the slightest thought if I should brew my own cup or stop by the store. I dreaded working, I was appalled by the thought of sitting at a cubicle. This wasn't what I wanted, yet I continue my daily routine, picking out a pair of trousers I had dry-cleaned over the weekend and a casual tie. I shaved, fixed my hair, dressed myself and walked out the door, skipping my first dose of caffeine. The drive to work feels longer than usual, maybe because I'm tired, maybe I'm getting sick. Maybe the world around me seems like it's falling apart. Most people think I'm a regular dude who wears a suit and tie to work everyday, but nobody sees who I truly am. Yet those who do never stay in my life long enough to truly understand. They think I'm a sadist and I get off to other people's pain. It's not really like that. All I do is teach people a lesson. I felt compelled to teach people right from wrong. It was my calling. But now here I am, 7 red lights later, and I found my way into the parking garage. I tried to find my normal spot on the second story although all the spots were taken. It was odd, It's Tuesday morning, I was early... I don't have to clock in until 9 but it's 8:40 and my usual spot shouldn't be taken. I park my car anyway, fourth floor, I take the elevator to the 10th floor and walk across one of the many "bridges" they have surrounded by windows. I continue my walk until I reach the biggest room on the floor, it's filled with mini desks, black chairs and 2 foot walls around each table. I clock in and glance around me to see who's in already. Of course, the first person I spot was a six foot tall brunette male who just happened to be wearing my least favorite color, green. I can already feel the tics happening. My eyes are twitching and my neck is spazzing. I had to abstain myself from going after him right then and there. I could feel the urge. This was my workplace after all so I tried my hardest to contain myself and continue on with my day. I sat right next to him and the only thing separating us was the walls of my cubicle. Hours go by, I took my lunch, and when I went into the facility room, there he was. I hadn't looked at him ever since this morning but I could feel him look over at me every once in awhile. I could feel his eyes beaming at the back of my neck. Instead of eating with the rest of my co-workers I turned right back around and sat at my desk, hoping the hours would go by faster. Finally, the clock ticks 5 and I'm rushing out the door to clock out. It had been one of the longest work days I've ever experienced.