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Five past eight, fashionably late and fresh out of bed.
When I came into the office, Sarah was waiting at my desk already. She had obviously been crying. Again. At fucking five past eight.
"Smoke?", "Sure." "You smell like shit."
We went down into the cellar break room. It was the usual. Sarah was a decent worker, but she wasn't exactly pretty, nor did she get the office intrigues, so the women decided she was beneath common human decency.
"You need a treat.", I offered, peeking into the fridge. A Tupperware-box labeled 'Monica' revealed some chocolate bars. I took one for each of us and threw the rest in the trash. I also took a bottle of wine, pretty fancy, obviously for a client.
After taking my own healthy swallow, I offered her the bottle.
She refused. I insisted. She drank.
"Got here at half eight, that bitch started abusing me the second I set my foot into the office. She's not even making sense half of the time. And these other cunts, they're loving it, just sitting there, smiling, those stupid faces, always having a go..."
"Huh."
"I better get to work before I get into more trouble."
"Wash your face first."
"Oh, right."
She sobbed.
Damn I needed a shower.
The neatest thing about the agency was the travelling salesmen's bathroom.
They were the guys who brought in the money, so they were the rockstars.
They fucked the office trollops at the Christmas party, they got rye advances from the un-fucked ladies in middle management, and they had the nicest bathroom, fully equipped with a shower.
I took my sweet time. A knock on the door. "Hurry up in there, I need to use the shitter."
"Use the upstairs one, you fat fuck."
"Ah fuck it, I'll just leave the ladies a present."
The dude was gross, but he was harmless. I dried myself up and took a smoking break.
I heard Sarah crying again.
"What's up now?"
"Someone left a gross mess in the women's bathroom and they all suspect her."
"Fucking hell..."
That afternoon the boss-lady came by.
They were expecting some client soon, so I was asked to vacate my desk for the day, because I didn't look presentable. She had a point.
Five to five, closing time.
Why was I even still in the office?
Sarah gave me wave good-bye in the parking lot, looking just as down as before.
"Cheer up, just two more years."
She started sobbing again.
 
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I'm confused.
Is this non-fiction or fiction?
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Why so little context? This is really quite confusing and you don't come off as someone looking for advice or looking for a place to vent.
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On November 12 2013 10:58 AnachronisticAnarchy wrote:
Why so little context? This is really quite confusing and you don't come off as someone looking for advice or looking for a place to vent.
I suspect he wants it to have that short story feel. If certainly does if that is what he is going for.
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On November 12 2013 11:11 L_Master wrote:Show nested quote +On November 12 2013 10:58 AnachronisticAnarchy wrote:
Why so little context? This is really quite confusing and you don't come off as someone looking for advice or looking for a place to vent. I suspect he wants it to have that short story feel. If certainly does if that is what he is going for.
yeah, it's pretty clear he's not here for either of those reasons, haha.
curious to see where this is going though, I wish I could read the next chapter 
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I thought it was fiction. Protagonist isn't going to keep his job long from the sound of it.
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On November 12 2013 11:11 L_Master wrote:Show nested quote +On November 12 2013 10:58 AnachronisticAnarchy wrote:
Why so little context? This is really quite confusing and you don't come off as someone looking for advice or looking for a place to vent. I suspect he wants it to have that short story feel. If certainly does if that is what he is going for.
Still, why would he try and write something from his life in that format if he didn't want advice and didn't want to share something for its own sake? If he wanted to boost his writing skills, I highly doubt he would have done it in this fashion.
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What's the "two more years" supposed to mean?
On November 12 2013 11:42 AnachronisticAnarchy wrote:Show nested quote +On November 12 2013 11:11 L_Master wrote:On November 12 2013 10:58 AnachronisticAnarchy wrote:
Why so little context? This is really quite confusing and you don't come off as someone looking for advice or looking for a place to vent. I suspect he wants it to have that short story feel. If certainly does if that is what he is going for. Still, why would he try and write something from his life in that format if he didn't want advice and didn't want to share something for its own sake? If he wanted to boost his writing skills, I highly doubt he would have done it in this fashion.
Could just be his way of ranting about the situation.
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I mean...every blog doesn't have to be a place for advice or ranting.
I don't know why you're searching for something that doesn't have to be.
He has a story, he is telling it.
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stealing from the community fridge, not cool man. Imagine if you brought in 20$ chocolate bars to reward yourself after a hard days work and some asshat stole them....
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On November 12 2013 10:16 SixStrings wrote:
Sarah gave me wave good-bye in the parking lot, looking just as down as before.
Doesn't she know that no time is a good time for good bye?
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I was expecting a Sarah Smile reference.
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On November 12 2013 13:41 Smurfett3 wrote:
stealing from the community fridge, not cool man. Imagine if you brought in 20$ chocolate bars to reward yourself after a hard days work and some asshat stole them....
Yep, assholes like this (no offense OP) are why I don't use communal fridges or other trust based systems.
Or maybe I'm just a cynical fucker, but I'd never do this to anyone .
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This is part two of a four-part story of my pre-uni working life.
I don't intend to get any advice, any consolation or whatever, as the events are five years past now. I was just in the mood of reflecting upon that period of my life. I started with part two, because that particular day and Sarah's failed suicide-attempt a year later stuck with me the most.
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On November 12 2013 10:29 Kerotan wrote:
I'm confused.
Is this non-fiction or fiction?
On November 12 2013 10:44 SixStrings wrote:
Non-fiction.
I don't believe you.
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You're breaking my heart.
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On November 12 2013 13:41 Smurfett3 wrote:
stealing from the community fridge, not cool man. Imagine if you brought in 20$ chocolate bars to reward yourself after a hard days work and some asshat stole them....
Sounds like she was a bitch so who cares?
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On November 12 2013 22:22 woreyour wrote:
no sex?
Nope. I grabbed her ass once while she was walking up the stairs in front of me, that's as far as I have come with her.
She said if I don't want her to report my molestation I better close the deal, but I was too timid back then.
Plus, I had a girlfriend.
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