Almost two weeks have passed by since my encounter with that Japanese girl, I wonder which department it is that she belongs to. Somehow the thought of bumping into her again liberates me from the prison-like feeling of my cubicle. I’ve just finished my documentation of the last HRMS application upgrade that my team did for the accounts department, I am so tired… Thank God it’s Friday. Just a couple more hours and I could already enjoy an ice-cold pint of Budweiser at that new acoustic bar Joe was telling me about. Speaking of the devil, maybe I should confirm with him if it’s still on tonight. Last time he ditched me for some blind date.

“Bleep”
Freedom!!! Says:
Yo Joe! Are we on or you got another blind date? Hahahahaha… How was it anyway?

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Mojo Jo-Joe Says:
OMG! She was a BFM!

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Freedom!!! Says:
BFM?

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Mojo Jo-Joe Says:
BIG FURRY MONSTER! She looked more manly than I am dude.

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Freedom!!! Says:
Serves u right! hahahahahahahaha… so, r we on?

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Mojo Jo-Joe Says:
Yeah dude, i need to clear my head from all this junk

Then suddenly, a familiar voice, something similar to that of Darth Vader, emanates from the darkest bowels of our department.

“Damien! Get your ass down here”

Holy crap. It’s my boss. What on Earth could’ve I done wrong this time? I muster the last ounce of courage that I have. As I stand you could almost hear a Velcro-like sound, I couldn’t even remember how long I was seated on that torture chair. As I walk down the Isle to my boss’ room, I was wishing that a fire drill would happen and I could rush out from the building and my boss would eventually forget why his face seemed like one of those barbarian warlords who’s ready to slaughter an entire village of poor defenseless farmers. I simply cannot help but feel an impending disaster coming soon as I draw nearer his desk. Like being in a near death situation, I start to have flashbacks on how my life was like. Come to think of it my life was so dull, so boring. Maybe if it was turned into a movie everybody would be dead from snoring.

“Yes Boss, what is it?” saying it with ‘Oblivious’ written all over my face.

“I do know that the company pirated you from your last firm, but that is not reason at all to be so cocky and act like a hotshot around here” he tells me in a very morally devastating way.

There goes my self-esteem…

“I don’t bloody care whether you live in the North Pole and you need to take your starship into ‘hyperdrive’ just to get here in the morning. You signed a contract that clearly states that you have to report here on time each and every day. You do know that because of this you are sanctioned to come here on Saturdays right?”

“Yes sir, I am aware of that. I apologize, it won’t happen again.” saying it like a toddler being scolded by his dad.

“Damn right it shouldn’t happen again! And you’ve only been working here for less than a month and I’m already getting crap like this from you! Go back to work!”

And that last remark completely ruins my Friday mood. Walking back to my prison cell feels so awkward now that the whole office is so quiet. Maybe if somebody farted anybody could name each note of the breaking wind.

“Bleep”
Mojo Jo-Joe Says:
Hahahaha. It’s ok man. we all get that kinda shit from him

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FAXSHEET:
Aaarrrgghh, the hell with it. Just get me really plastered later. I’ll be ok

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Mojo Jo-Joe Says:
wahahahaa… WTF is that nick all about? hahaha.. i like it man. no worries, let’s get plastered later.

Tick-tock Tick-tock… the time seems so slow.
Just a few more minutes and we’ll see how the rest of the day goes.

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