"I'm missing thirteen hours!" Diane bellowed as she came into my cubicle,"I worked all of those hours and I should get paid for them!"
My cubicle is small. I have enough room to turn around in it with my arms spread wide and normally I wouldn't stress but when another person comes in, it seems like all of the air is sucked out and I get claustrophobic.
I calmed my nerves and pulled out the file, flipping through to the day to see where she'd missed her hours. Diane stood over me, her sour breath dampening my neck,
"I should have three hours of over time." She screeched and waved her pay-cheque statement in my line of vision,"I worked those hours!"
Oh, no...she did not just do that...
I counted back from ten and only made it to eight as I felt my pressure start to erupt. I ground my teeth and flapped the file at her,
"Get out of my cubicle. Now!'
Diane huffed and went around to the other cubicle where her supervisor sat. I glared through the partition, hating her bleached hair and emaciated figure. Diane moved her head from side to side in her agitation, bobbing and jabbering a mile a minute. I could barely make out what she was saying aside from her "thirteen hours". If I didn't know any better, I'd swear there was a turkey in the office.
I sat there for a moment, and imagined doing what I'm sure countless others have wanted to do...
I squeezed her thin, scrawny neck, and reveled in the juicy, gurgling sounds she made. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets, her skin mottled from lack of air. I squeezed even tighter, digging my nails into her cheaply tanned skin, laughing...laughing....
I blinked. Diane and Marilyn were staring at me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling as I cleared my throat and turned around to my desk,
"Thirteen hours? No problem, I'll have them cut a cheque. It should be here on Friday."
© copyright 2011 by Ren Thompson Feb. 23, 2011
3 Word Wednesday: Figure, Juicy and Stress