It’s been three weeks already, three weeks of hanging around here, or perhaps more than that, or no time at all, all of the clocks seem to be set wrong at all times. It isn’t as I expected it to be, this error has really opened my eyes to someone’s definition of hell, one I never even considered, it seems to be chaos, that’s what it’s been defined as, not pain, just chaos.
I can’t help but feel ...
It felt so frustrating, as if everyone looked down at you every moment of the day. As if I don’t actually have a job, I don’t actually have a family, i don’t actually work, I don’t actually.. well the list goes on.
I wish I would stop getting treated like dirt, I think everyone here wishes that. The break room seemed to be the only place in the building I could relax, away from customers asking ...
“Hey HEY!” he shouts across the room, an orange cat currently entering the room, the cat quickly darting upstairs and him going after it, in a state of confusion. All of the cats he’d ever met were skittish and never dared to even come near him, this one was quite obviously different, it was as if it thought it owned the place.
Instead of shouting at it he decided to simply pick it up, carry it ...
“Hello .. excuse me! .. can you point me to the right aisle?” He greeted the shop assistant, he continued after waiting for the man’s attention, “I’m looking for some.. some..” he couldn’t quite describe it, his mind had gone completely blank, he trailed off, looking around and trying to bring the item to mind.
He tried once again, “Uhh, you know the fruit .. the green thing..?” It felt very awk...
I sat at the end of the table, my brother, the idiot he is, sitting in his seat cards in his hands. He’d agreed to yet another game of cards, wanting to win his losses back, he’d stupidly bet our entire weeks pay, our, mine included. It was funny when he was a child, my father and mother would laugh at his ridiculous exclamations, ridiculous odds, now it was more saddening, it was sad because I am...
