The silence of the night was tormenting. The pitch black sky, the moon struggling to show its presence from behind the thickness of the clouds. The house was breathing hot air down the neck. Sleep was torture. The fan was doing its best to bring the cool of the outside past the unnaturally stifling, irritating warmth of the walls, failing miserably. The occasional feel of the air moved onto the sweating skin was soothingly cool. The recently shaved head was radiating enough heat to bake breads. The short and spiky hair growth was annoyingly getting stuck to the pillow like Velcro. The open window was serving the only purpose of removing any last remnants of privacy that the room seemed to offer. His sleep was so disturbed he w able to recognize every strike of the bell in the church across the street. The biting ants were soothing company.
Lack of sleep can be very tiresome. Feet drag, shoulders sag and heads droop at any time possible.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING THERE? DO YOU THINK WE TOLERATE INEFFICIENCIES LIKE YOU?"
A meek response, "I am sorry you feel that way sir, but I did all I could. I got both the department's managers to deal with the issue at the same table. They decided. I did not. The failure is not mine."
"JUSTIFICATIONS!!!! I HAVE OPERATORS WHO WORK BETTER THAN YOU!!!! I CAN MANAGE THE SHOW WITH OUT YOU!!!! ALL I ASKED YOU TO DO WAS GET THE COMPONENTS READY FOR ASSEMBLY. IF YOU CANT DELIVER, I DON'T NEED YOU!!!!".
Another meek response, "Sir, the tool is not ready. I have done all that I can to make sure the concerned people are aware of the critical nature of the situation. The issue is being looked into. I am not responsible for the delay."
"DO YOU THINK I CAN TOLERATE YOUR IDIOCY? YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE. I WILL ONLY HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE. YOU SHOULD HAVE GOT THEM TO COMPLETE THE JOB. YOU SHOULD HAVE PUSHED THEM!!!".
A sigh...unmindful of the spit the flew from the enraged mouth.
There is no point is fighting back. Give in....Give up!!!! Its useless... You can run, but you cannot hide.
Hide... My skin has turned into hide from all that I have put up with...There's no point in fighting anymore...Please Quit!!!its for your own good. Do not waste your time proving your innocence...Its no big deal. You still have your bullet to rely on.
Man wind in my hair, tearing down the neighborhood, the beat of my bullet resonating through the empty streets of the night. Head lights glaring, speeds nearing 60...Living the biker's life... Aerosmith rocking in the background...Aahaaa Aahaaa...Dude looks like a lady...
"WHERE IS YOUR SENSE OF URGENCY? WASTING YOUR TIME DOING NOTHING WHEN THERE IS A BURNING SITUATION IN THE COMPANY!!!!"
Man where does this guy come from??? Get him off me!!!
Phone blaring in the background...
Ahhhh!!!Screw this!!!!!!Why do I have to have nightmares of my work when I face the same thing each day???
Its still 3.30 man...get back to bed...Julia Roberts...My Bullet...Now that's a dream!!!!!
"THE CUSTOMER IS WAITING FOR YOUR RESPONSE!!!! WHY DOES IT TAKE 10 MINUTES TO DRAFT A MAIL???"
AWWWW...God save me!!!