Nora
10-27-2008, 10:34 PM
(Strictly for fun)
"I'm tired of dealing with numbers." She screamed out the words under her breath hoping no one would actually hear. Alright, so it wasn't actually a scream. But, she was tired of looking at the same old numbers entry after entry...6200, 6320, 1350, M33-111. It was getting tiresome. Her eyes wanted to close, her shoulders wanted to quit, and her brain was about to go off into never never land all by itself. Not a good day.
At first, when the phone rang, she felt sweet relief. Then, she saw the caller ID. Oh, no, not her, I do NOT want to deal with her today. She ignored it.
A few minutes later, her IM popped up. She knew that she should have turned the blamed thing off. It was hard to ignore an IM. Insistent little things IM's.
It read "I need your help."
She answered realizing that it was a good thing after all that emails and instant messages don't show your emotions. "Yes?"
It read "I can't do this expense report."
That's because you're an idiot she thought but wrote "What's the problem?"
On and on it went. That irritating lady asking her irritating questions that a monkey could answer and her giving polite little answers right back. Finally, it was over.
"Whew."
"I'm tired of dealing with numbers." She screamed out the words under her breath hoping no one would actually hear. Alright, so it wasn't actually a scream. But, she was tired of looking at the same old numbers entry after entry...6200, 6320, 1350, M33-111. It was getting tiresome. Her eyes wanted to close, her shoulders wanted to quit, and her brain was about to go off into never never land all by itself. Not a good day.
At first, when the phone rang, she felt sweet relief. Then, she saw the caller ID. Oh, no, not her, I do NOT want to deal with her today. She ignored it.
A few minutes later, her IM popped up. She knew that she should have turned the blamed thing off. It was hard to ignore an IM. Insistent little things IM's.
It read "I need your help."
She answered realizing that it was a good thing after all that emails and instant messages don't show your emotions. "Yes?"
It read "I can't do this expense report."
That's because you're an idiot she thought but wrote "What's the problem?"
On and on it went. That irritating lady asking her irritating questions that a monkey could answer and her giving polite little answers right back. Finally, it was over.
"Whew."