Creepypastas

Under new management

I got a virus. Not a computer virus, but one that physically came after me. It's terrible! I was just sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of my favorite TV show when the first wave came over me. The coffee table set out in front of my couch had the following items on its surface: Two used tissues, the remote for the TV and a empty bag of Doritos. I immediately felt the urge to clean. I wasn't sure why at that moment, but I did so. I got up from the couch and threw away the trash and wiped down the top, before sitting back down. By the time I sat down again, the show had concluded. I was right at the end of the show anyway, but I had missed my favorite part. This upset me greatly. I was just about to put on the guide and find something else to watch, when scribbles, my dog came into the room, looking for my attention. 

He began pawing at the side of the couch, while whining. I knew what it meant. It was his way of saying that he was hungry. Usually I would wait until night fell to feed him, but for whatever reason, I got up from the couch, and traveled all around the house just to feed the freakin dog, who I was sure could feed himself if he actually tried.

Though that's only the start of it. The rest of the day was spent cleaning. Cleaning! I didn't get to bed until TEN O'CLOCK! I didn't get my ten hours of sleep in, and I certainly didn't get my WOW gaming in. Disappointing. 

My day at work wasn't much better. Usually I would go in, sit at the cash register and ring everyone up while I watched some gaming sites on my phone. But this time, I paid extra attention to everyone who came to my aisle. Even during break I found myself to have a knack for ruining my day entirely. Instead of eating lunch, I walked around the store, taking notes of how the store could be re arranged to better the sales, and help make shopping more efficient. I later approached my boss with these ideas, and he went to higher ups. Needless to say, at the end of the day, I was at management level. Freaking management. Do you know what that meant? Less free time. 

When I got home, I feed the dog, and went over to my computer, planning to game it up, and I did for a while. I played some computer games for two hours before I found myself looking up office supplies on the internet. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I didn't like it. For one thing, this, what I am going to continue to call a virus, was taking up all my free time, and making it so that I no longer had resting time. I was missing my shows, but at the least this virus allowed me to keep up with the information online, and every now and then I was allowed to play a few video-games, but for the most part all I was allowed to do was work and work. The time I used to spend watching TV was spent writing reports, and the time I would have used to play video-games was now for cleaning and feeding scribbles. More than that, I just kept getting more and more responsibilities. Eventually I owned one of the store units, a whole store, all my own to run, as long as I still followed the instructions of the CEO's. But I kept doing what I was doing with this freaking thing, and within the month I was the boss of all the stores in that region. No longer did I have the regular hours I needed for my gaming. Even now, this thing that I am writing now is taking up the gaming time I have left for the day, I'm a mixture of confused and worried. And I know it's just getting worse. Within the months I was making all kinds of progress up the ladder. I started loosing weight and moved into a bigger house that was closer to my office. No, I'm not happy about that since I now have to clean more house. I would cry at night you know, but two things stop me. First, the fact that I would then have to clean up whatever mess I made, and two, that it would, plan and simple, be a waste of time. I know this is running on, but do you actually understand what is going on here? This thing is forcing me to get up and be responsible, I just wanted to watch TV ya know? But I can't just do that, no, I have to work my butt off constantly. I just about flipped when I found out I was being promoted to a CEO position. 

CEO?! 

No, that isn't what I wanted at all, now I'm having to find work arounds to do what I want to do. Maybe it's because I'm getting cleaver, or because I was finally getting over it. I don't know what's going on, but it's getting to the point where I am typing this with my right hand, and sorting paper work with the other. That isn't an exaggeration.  

My Secretary just came in and asked if I wanted coffee. Do you know what I said? I said yes! I never drink coffee, only soda. And today, want to know what I had for breakfast? An omelet, that meant I had to go through all the effort of making the thing, like I actually had to cook something. 

I just need someone to tell me how exactly I can fix this. Like, does anyone have an antibiotic or something? 

A cough drop maybe? 

I don't know, maybe an eye-drop. I'll even go as far as one of those home remedies, like putting cobwebs on my fore head. yeah, I just looked that crap up. 

Just someone, tell me how to be lazy again.