
I was sitting at my work desk and noticed that the place looks more like a hotel lobby than a cubicle paradise. Instead of the usual white fluorescent lights hanging from the ceilings, they were semi-dim yellow lights that compliment the warm welcome of a hotel.
My phone started to ring. It was a client under the Texas Government accounts, so I transferred the call to one of the account managers, Richard. Another client called from the same account.
“Why are they calling me?! Get the right fucking number morons!”
I asked Regina if she could pick up the call. Annoyingly, she said that she was about to leave, but picked up the call anyway. Oh well, I guess that’s just her personality or maybe she menstruates 365 days a year…
In the kitchen, I sat next to Marcus to eat my nice fluffy piece of strudel with jelly inside. I placed a plate under it and then carefully drip some delicious icing on top; it was simply beautiful. Somehow a vortex warped on top of the strudel and slowly started to spin. Shit was badass…it was dark purple and black in color, but it stopped warping after a few seconds. My coworker, Marcus, was amazed by this, and then took my strudel and started spinning it with his hand; hoping that it would start warping again.
The vortex never came back. I was ticked off when the jelly burst out of the strudel. Damn you Marcus!