All I do every day is read, read, read. Not that that part is boring, it's just that the things I read are so boring. Let me explain to you my job.
My office is kind of small, with a brown desk, a lamp, and a few chairs in front of it and one behind it, for me. Nearly the whole room is filled with filing cabinets, all filled with papers because that is basically my job; to read. the cabinets are all the same dull color; gray. My office is, in my opinion, the worst one in the world. If only I could re-decorate it... sorry, off subject.
Anyways, one day when I was making my way through a huge binder full of boring papers, a woman came in.
I allocated my papers quickly to the side, just to look at her pretty face. She was wearing all white; a white gown, a white hat, white shoes. I just got a small glance at her. Then, as quickly as she came, she disappeared.
Suddenly, a sharp wind blew into my office, scattering copious amounts of papers. I scrambled around, trying to rescue the papers from the open window and from drifting outside my office.
I heard footsteps. It was my boss, and you know how most bosses are; they like spit-shined shoes. If I didn't get my office cleaned up before he came to inspect it, I was fired.
My tongue desiccated from fear. I reached up onto my desk for a water bottle, but it tipped over. “Why don’t I ever put the cap back on when I finish drinking?" I lectured myself, water pouring off the table.
I just about gave up cleaning my room when the angel came in and with a snap of her fingers, the papers were neatly placed in the binder, the water was cleaned up and I was sitting upright on my comfortable armchair behind my desk. I looked around my office with glee, wanting to thank the angel, but all I saw was the hulking figure of my boss.
"Ms. Robinson from the office next door said she heard loud noises coming from your room," my boss boomed.
"I'm so, so sorry," I said with every intention of atonement. "I had a few problems."
"Well, don’t let it happen again!" my boss boomed even louder than last time as he walked away. He could barely fit through the doorway. I couldn’t help giggling.
"BE QUIET!" my boss roared. I didn't risk getting him even madder, as I could tell I wasn’t going to get a very good office grade this inspection. Yup, I’m 50 years old and still getting a report card.
From that day on, I had learned my lesson about being loud and messy. No way was I getting a 62 on my report card again. That was barely passing! From then on, I was docile about anything and everything. If my boss said to make him a coffee, all I would say was "Yes sir!"
When he trained me to go to a higher rank, I worked extra hard. It was easy, though. I got 2 ranks higher after that, but boy was that the worst career choice of my life.
My office was moved to one closer to the boss's. That only meant one thing: less time to get ready for inspections... especially surprise ones. Also, I got an office-mate. His name was Bob. As soon as I saw him, I thought, "Man, this is going to be the most affable person I will ever meet."
Boy was I wrong. Bob was more evil than the boss. Bob made me do all his work, while he just sat back and drank decaf coffee.
We always got super low grades because our office was so littered with papers that I didn’t have time to throw away, I had so much work piled in front of me.
I got really dehydrated and starved because I always worked overtime and didn’t have time to eat and drink. I lacked vigorous amounts of sleep. I didn’t know what to do. That’s when the angel found me.
It turns out, the angel was just setting me up by being nice to me. She was really a devil. Here is how I found out about her depravity. I'll start where I left off.
The angel came one night while I was in my bedroom, studying and working. She said, "Come with me. I will show you a place you will never forget."
Boy was she right. I will never forget that place. She took me into a room that was so dirty that a pig wouldn’t want to live in it! Cobwebs layered the walls. Grime dripped from the ceiling. The room made me feel so averse that I thought I might have thrown up! The angel tied me onto a metal chair. I was too amazed by the room that I didn’t stop her. She hooked my head up to what looked like a candy machine. I really had no idea what she was doing. Then she inserted a needle into my arm, and I blacked out.
I woke up to see Bob and the angel (or devil, should I say). I was still in the room and still in the metal chair that the devil put me in. I knew I was going to die. "Why did I do all that work for Bob? Now that I am going to die, my efforts were barren!" I thought.
Bob walked up to me. "The devil and I have been talking. We will release you under one condition," He said.
"What's that?"
"You have to do our bidding," was the answer.
That was not what I expected. "What would the consequences of disobeying you be?" I ventured.
"Death."
I was getting worried. If I didn’t do Bob and the devil's bidding, I would die. If I didn’t accept their offer, I would probably still die, but I didn’t know what the candy machine would do. Either way, I would get hurt.
I looked around. Bob had such a huge grin on that I could see his yellow teeth. The devil was staring at me through blank eyes. Then a thought struck me.
What if Bob was controlling the devil, so she was as mean as him and she was just basically his slave? Would that happen to me? I ventured with my questioning a little farther. "Why would you want a 50 year old to do you bidding? I can barely fend for myself!"
"Woho! Woho!" Bob laughed. "Let me tell you. I think that you would be able to get things that younger people such as myself wouldn't have access to."
"And what makes you say that?" I stalled. I looked around, trying to find something that was in reach that I could do to help the devil. Remember, I was still tied up. I spotted a package of excelsior that was less than a foot away from the metal chair I was in. "I could use that," I thought. Now, to distract Bob.
I had an idea. I yelled out while flailing my arms around. "Ahhh! Help! I cant see!"
Bob stared at me strangely,and then, after realizing that his prisoner was about to 'die', ran out of the room to get something that would help me get 'better'.
The devil cut the ropes that tied me up off. She knew what I was doing and she knew that we had to act quickly.
I grabbed the excelsior off of the ground and hid behind the door, waiting for Bob to come back. As I waited, I grew a little impatient. I tried to find something to read, and settled on examining the package I was carrying. The brand of the excelsior was called Russel. I remembered reading in work about apancake company called Russel Pancakes. "What a derivative name," I thought, refering to the excelsior company's name.
Suddenly, I heard a low moaning coming from elsewhere in the room. I turned my head slightly to see what the moaning was coming from and saw the devil on the ground. She saw me staring and winked. Then,
I saw the flash of Bob's jacket pass through the doorway and returned to my hiding place, getting ready for action.
Bob rushed up to the door, carrying a first aid kit. I wondered if there was really first aid tools in it, or if there was poison or something to kill me faster. I dismissed the thought, posing in such a way that it would be easy for me to run out of the room.
I opened the package that I was carrying and held it out in front of me. Suddenly, Bob stopped. I froze; worried that he would see me.
I heard a crackling and then a voice saying, "Come in, come in. This is Mr. Reyundal."
"I'm here," Bob answered. "The prisoner is nowhere to be seen. My slave in on the ground, moaning."
I smiled, and then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob start to walk out if the room. I got worried that our plan wouldn’t work.
Then he started back into the room. Just as he walked past the doorway, I threw the excelsior at him.
"Ahh-" he attempted to yell, but the devil moved quickly. She tackled him, gagged him, and tied him up into the chair that I was in when they held me as prisoner.
"Now that the devil is being so nice to me, I might as well call her an angel again," I thought, happily.
Then the angel did something that I wasn’t counting on. She turned on the candy machine.
I jumped out to stop her. I hit her with so much accidental force that she fell onto the cold, hard floor.
I wondered if she was dead, and when I saw the blood dripping onto the floor, horrible pictures entered my head. Pictures of jail cells or wanted posters for me.
I nearly started crying, but a grunt from the angel brought me back to my senses.
The first aid kit that Bob had was on the ground. I picked it up and was surprised when I found gauze and tape in it. I bandaged up the angel and hurried out the door with her unconscious body in my arms.
Bob was still in the chair. As I left, I failed to hear the evil laughter coming out of Bob's mouth.
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I love the devil/angel one! will you carry it on?hope you do!
please carry it on soon!If you want to read my stories here is my website...
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hope you will check my stories out! though i don't know if you will think they are as good as rubes here!
P.S.is it ok if i call you rubes?
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