Gordon's Story

Dead End Job

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My name is Gordon, I'm 35 and I live in a shitty Suburb in Upper New York, I work a dead end job in an office 9-5, my family is too big, I got 4 kids and my wife works exclusively around the house. Everyday I come home and my wife shows me no love, and my kids barely know me. My boss is an asshole who's 10 years younger than me yet treats me constantly as his inferior, he only got the job because his dad is the CEO of the company. 

My mother-in-law is awful, she's so clingy to my wife, even though her daughter is almost 30. My mother-in-law visits non-stop, and always brings these stupid gifts for my kids that they never want. I woke up this morning in a utter state of dread, I knew she was coming today and I was not excited.

 I get out of bed and begin to put my company mandated suit on. I start to sigh thinking about how awful today will be, when I remember the one thing that makes my day worthwhile, the one thing that keeps this family together, our morning breakfast with Rice Krispies. I walk out of the door of my bedroom and out into the dining table, where my family is congregated for the Breakfast. I sit down where my bowl and spoon is and I proceed to beckon to my daughter Mara to pass me the Kellogg's Rice Krispies, in fear they will run out. 

She obliges my request and I begin to pour them into my bowl, when I realise in utter horror what has occured. I bellow out "No More Rice Krispies" in complete denial of what has happened, I desperately look into the box, pleading with my senses for me to be wrong. "We ran out of Rice Krispies!" I confirm with myself, the worst has come upon and this fate has been set upon me. 

I begin to well up with tears as I exclaim that my tears will not stop until I hear the snap, crackling, and popping of the Rice Krispies. Suddenly, my depression is interrupted by a loud and deliberate knock at the rear door of the house. The door swings open and I hear behind me "I brought the Rice Krispies" I instantly know who it is by the voice, my mother-in-law.

 "It should last at least two months" my mother-in-law walks over to me and stares into my soul with her dead beady eyes, her fat gullet opening once again to finish what she was going to say. "That's how long I'll be hear" she says this to me as if I wasn't already understanding of my own fate, as it's her fifteenth visit so far this year. 

The sadness I previously felt about the Rice Krispies has now been all but eclipsed by the total emotion I am forced to feel, all of the pain from all the horrible things I have to suffer through in my repetetive, boring, depressing life pours forth from me and out of my tear ducts. I wish nothing but death upon myself from this horrible tragedy.