I wake up, and look over to see the lack of a person lying next to me.
There's no one there, no ones ever there, just me and my covers.
Just us, yes we're doing this again, going through the day till it finally ends.
I wish I could just stay asleep forever, but I know better.
I know better.
To work, yes we have work to do, but not just that we have college too.
If we just give up and we don't get up, we might as well just die here.
But no, we are going to go simply because I decided so.
If you don't want to, well that sucks for you, we are still going.
Traffic on the way to work, there was an incident, hope no one got hurt.
I look to see a place I hate burn, oh what a lovely turn of events this morning.
I'm late, at least I think I am, but I read the time to find it's just in my head.
I have adhd, yay me, so I pretty much suck at time related things.
Oh f*ck.
The manager wants to talk to me, so now I'm fiddling with my fingers nervously.
I go over to see what he wants from me, oh, it's just about me being here early.
I'm handed a small container of thyme, for always getting to work ahead of time.
Can't help but laugh a bit at that pun of his, but soon it's back to being serious.
I have serious work to do, but the manager doesn't want me to.
Probably since I'm the only one who actually likes his puns.
He's had his fun, but now there's work to be done.
I need my f*cking income.
On my lunch break he sees an opportunity to take my time away from me.
As I'm drinking tea, he shoots a pun at me, and my drink is spat in his face.
I'm choking in between laughing, then notice my manager still staring at me.
I manage to get out an apology.
"I'm so sorry, It was funny, please don't fire me."
Pretty sure he is gonna see me out, but then he just laughs hysterically.
He says that might've just been the greatest thing he's ever seen.
I am shook, though does this mean I'm off the hook?
Apparently not, though it was a nice thought.
As great as he thought it was, I'm not getting away with it because I ruined his nice white collared shirt, now I have to go to his party after work.
Well it isn't that bad, yet I pray that this won't cause me to miss my class today.
Conveniently it starts an hour after my class ends.
Guess today I'm going to meet my manager's friends.
Focus, well as best I can, not on that but on the task at hand.
I still have work to get back to, other things I need to do.
Can't allow myself to get distracted even more than I usually do.
Especially not by you know who.
I'm finally done, well i'm pretty sure I am.
Welp it's off to the college for that class I'm in.
But there's no one there, I wait awhile staring at the stairs.
But no one shows up.
I check my email for an answer, oh look at that, an email from the teacher.
Class is canceled today, oh...great, well at least I wasn't late.
I ride my bike back to my house, drag it inside, it falls on its side, and I leave it there in favor of crashing onto the couch.
Oh wait..that party I have to go to, I let out a groan, not really wanting to.
But I probably should, since I said I would, but gawd I really don't want to.
I drag myself off the couch since no one is there to help me out.
I have a couple hours, I could probably shower, and maybe start on homework.
Ok, we shall go with that, it's a solid plan, so let's write it down stat and get it down pat, because if I don't I most likely will forget it.
I manage to do what I planned to, but totally forgot to choose what I'm going to wear to the managers party, so I'm stuck going through my closet.
What the f*ck do I do?
Should I wear something professional, or casual?
Or something in between, and rational?
Gawd this feels like I'm picking an outfit for a date.
But I'd show up late before I'd ever date my manager.
Life sucks, yes I'm sure it does, because I showed up late.
Every one there is at least slightly buzzed, there were plenty of drinks.
They turn to look at me, and I feel myself shrink into the turtleneck I'm wearing.
I'm greeted by a couple people who already know me, it honestly resembles a get-together more so than a party.
My manager can't seem to help but tease me, as I showed up late for the first time ever in all the four years he's known me.
Before he goes to refill his drink he asks if I want anything.
I politely refuse a drink, as I can't stand the taste of alcoholic things.
He looks at me, laughs, and says there is other stuff.
Like soda pop, brisk, iced tea, and this ball of fluff.
I don't get what he means, but then I see the cutest kitty.
The pretty kittycat he's currently holding.
Of course I want the cat, he says he pretty much figured that, but just before I steal away the cat, he asks if I'd be joining them for a nerf war out back.
Oh wow, did not expect that..Sure my manager can be childish but like what?
But then again, even I'd be down for that.
He leads me to his nerf guns, oh wow he has a ton.
I grab a small pistol and a sword just for fun.
He explains the rules and when the game is on, I kill everyone.
It's just the first game and I already won.
No, I didn't need to kill all of them, so?
It's the fastest way of figuring out who is the killer and getting them out.
Plus the extra ammo is pretty much what it's really about anyhow.
In the following games I rely on the sword more, that is until they decide no more, because I got a bit too into it and they all got scared sh*tless.
Haha sissies.
