It was a Monday, the most hated day of the week. I awoke to the sound of my alarm blaring the noise "Beep Beep Beep!", almost as if it were screaming at me "What are you doing? Get up NOW!" The clock read 7:45 and I thought to myself "Great, I'm late again." After a morning shower, I brushed my teeth. With my luck, the toothpaste decided to magically fly off the brush and land right on my shirt. That would happen the day I wear the only clean shirt I have left. After managing to make my shirt look relatively decent, I shuffled down the stairs, in a half-asleep state. I open the fridge and take a look inside. I knew I still needed to go grocery shopping so I don't know why I expected there to be a cornucopia of things for me to choose from to eat. I checked the milk and realized the jug was almost empty. I checked the cupboard and found i had barely enough cereal to have a sufficient bowl. Although, I knew I would still be hungry, I ate it anyway.
I was in a rush as I was already late so I was a little stressed. On my way to work, I was speeding to get there as quickly as possible to maybe be able to make it on time. As I was driving, some idiot decided to swerve right in front of me, causing me to slam on my brakes. This moron almost made me ram my car into the back of his. Luckily, I was able to avoid getting into a wreck. That would have just made my day so much better.
As I arrived to work, I hurriedly walked to my desk as I made it with about one minute to spare all thanks to my moment of pretending to be a Nascar driver. Talk about an adrenaline rush. Upon reaching my desk, I noticed there's a note placed right smack dab in the middle on the top of my computer screen. It said I had to go see my boss. Oh great, just what I needed after the terrific morning I had. While sitting outside of her office waiting for her to speak with me, I started to think. I thought about what she could possibly want from me. I was on time for work, for the most part. I made sure all of my work was finished when it needed to be done. So what could it have been?
As she said "Come in, Stephanie. Take a seat, please.", my stomach dropped. So i walked in slowly, with my mind still wandering and took a seat in the cushioned red chair placed right in front of her desk. My boss handed me an regular sized white envelope. As she handed me the envelope, she said "Your services are no longer needed in this establishment. Here is your last paycheck. You are free to go. Have a nice day." I looked her dead in the eyes and tried to repress a smile. I felt no reason to be upset as I hated that job. She wasn't a very good boss either. She would always change her mind about what she would want me to do. "File these documents," she would say. Then five minutes later, she would come back and say, "What are you doing? I told you to type these files." I got so sick of her and the way she treated me, I was actually going to quit. So I'm glad she fired me instead, mainly because I still got paid. After I told her that I thought she was a horrible boss and I have no idea how she was put into a position of power, I happily skipped out of her office, glad that I was free from this prison called work.
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