Post by Princess on Nov 8, 2013 22:48:57 GMT
Another long day at the office, dealing with the finances of the major players and their pet projects within this company. How I loathe them all, how I wish to shove my fist down their throats, but that's not for here. No, violence doesn't belong in THIS workplace. I've been out of that line of work for a while, but old habits die, how is it said, HARD?
Bates: "Stupid accounting software, I wish Tom would just fire me already..."
Tom: "Really? Fire you? But you haven't missed a day in almost two years now. You're our best worker."
Crap, snuck up on by my boss while in the middle of a monologue. Sometimes I wonder just where my mind is lately, perhaps....
"Bates, you're staring off into space again, is everything alright?"
"Yes, it's fine...I mean...no, I'm distracted."
"How are you distracted?"
By the large thoughts of wringing your neck, by the desire to destroy flesh and bone, to unleash my anger within at the world, the self-hatred for what I am, for who I have become.
"Just thinking about old friends, I guess, Tom."
"Old friends? Well please try to get the reports on the Jones account done by five, and remember, you're valued here."
"Thank you, I'll get right on it."
The prick, I want to have his hide, I feel the tie, it's too tight. Why...why now? What's going on. Is it the weather? I've been doing fine, anger management...and...
"It's a pleasure to see you again Mr. Bates. I'm glad you've signed a contract, we expect great things from you."
Blackout, again. Now I'm in the office of Talent Relations for IWF. IWF, the living husk of what was once NCW, the place my violent tendencies gained me fame, notoriety, and a decent amount of cash. Unfortunately, divorce, therapy, life costs. I had to return to my old profession, but the void, it's...
Thank you, I won't let you down.
Down, that's where I went, into myself, into the depression, the anxiety, the inner demons. I became something I wasn't, for attention, because of my own inner confusion of self. I lost my mind for a while, my soul. Maybe I regained it, maybe it was always gone and just now returned to me. Something says that will come with consequences, but damn them all. Damn the consequences, damn my health, nobody is around to stop me this time. No wife, no children, no friends...loneliness is my companion, and that companion led me back to the one true expression I've ever had in life.
Bates: "Stupid accounting software, I wish Tom would just fire me already..."
Tom: "Really? Fire you? But you haven't missed a day in almost two years now. You're our best worker."
Crap, snuck up on by my boss while in the middle of a monologue. Sometimes I wonder just where my mind is lately, perhaps....
"Bates, you're staring off into space again, is everything alright?"
"Yes, it's fine...I mean...no, I'm distracted."
"How are you distracted?"
By the large thoughts of wringing your neck, by the desire to destroy flesh and bone, to unleash my anger within at the world, the self-hatred for what I am, for who I have become.
"Just thinking about old friends, I guess, Tom."
"Old friends? Well please try to get the reports on the Jones account done by five, and remember, you're valued here."
"Thank you, I'll get right on it."
The prick, I want to have his hide, I feel the tie, it's too tight. Why...why now? What's going on. Is it the weather? I've been doing fine, anger management...and...
"It's a pleasure to see you again Mr. Bates. I'm glad you've signed a contract, we expect great things from you."
Blackout, again. Now I'm in the office of Talent Relations for IWF. IWF, the living husk of what was once NCW, the place my violent tendencies gained me fame, notoriety, and a decent amount of cash. Unfortunately, divorce, therapy, life costs. I had to return to my old profession, but the void, it's...
Thank you, I won't let you down.
Down, that's where I went, into myself, into the depression, the anxiety, the inner demons. I became something I wasn't, for attention, because of my own inner confusion of self. I lost my mind for a while, my soul. Maybe I regained it, maybe it was always gone and just now returned to me. Something says that will come with consequences, but damn them all. Damn the consequences, damn my health, nobody is around to stop me this time. No wife, no children, no friends...loneliness is my companion, and that companion led me back to the one true expression I've ever had in life.