It never works.
Never might be a bit harsh. I have to stay positive if I want to avoid any further ‘cheering up’. Let’s settle for: it hasn’t work as of yet.
I usually wake up with the sun and while it sounds poetic and all, it’s actually pretty darn annoying. It grew on me and I don’t really think about it anymore. It’s not like I’d be able to sleep any longer. I can hear the neighbor’s alarm clock through the wall of my room every morning. I can also hear Cedric’s ‘card games’ whenever he brings a girl to his room.
I swear, why do we even bother building walls inside our homes? Wouldn’t we have a lot more space with just one big room? Privacy is overrated anyway. I heard some places are like that. Gotta get myself one of those.
I stopped on my tracks. Or perhaps I just have outstanding hearing?
Unlikely. I never really saw myself as a gifted person. That is not self-pity, it’s self-praise. I had to work something over and over before getting anything of worth. I doubt those ‘gifted’ persons even exist in the first place. At the same time I’m fully aware some people are born better than others. That’s just nature for you. I am not unlucky either. Far from it.
Where was I going with that?
My job. Right.
In the end, I’m just jealous of people I see as better than I. That’s nature for you.
I swiped my pass at the entrance and got in.
I waved vaguely at the receptionist who glanced vaguely at me.
It was just one of those vague days. We’d be up and smiling again in a few days. No worries.
I wasn’t so sure about myself, but the receptionist at my job was usually pretty friendly.
Receptionists are people too you know. They are not just the building’s user interface. Although that’d be pretty cool.
I heard the sound of a rubber ball bouncing off Johnny’s office wall over and over before passing by. I wasn’t in any rush to start my day so I dropped by and leaned on his door frame.
« That’s odd. Aren’t you working on that big project that’s supposed to feed us for the next month or so? »
Johnny kept throwing the ball at his wall.
« I am. Big boss told me he had a big call with that big company for that big project and not to work on it until it was over. Can’t you see I’m actively not working on it? »
He sure was pretty active about it.
« Don’t we have other projects to work on? »
« Don’t you watch the news? Ah… sorry. Forgot who I’m talking to. We’re public enemy number one. »
I gasped in fake astonishment.
« Johnny. No matter how young you like them, below 18 is a crime! »
Did I fail to mention that this senior, twice my age, is going out with a women five years younger than myself? I know. You’re still lacking data to calculate my age. Don’t let it bother you.
« Screw you Noah. You’re just jealous of my model 2010. »
« So… why all the hate? »
He dropped the ball on his desk and turned toward me.
« Do you know who was CEO until recently? »
CEO stands for Chief Executive Officer. Just saying.
« Not really no. I don’t even know what he looked like. »
« Exactly. Well that upstanding individual was convicted for corruption. The government thought it would make perfect sense that since he was corrupted, every single of the thousands of employee under him would be corrupted as well. That means you and me. »
« Bananas are yellow, you’re yellow and therefore you’re a banana. »
« Something along those lines I presume. Then the media did their job and trashed us good. No hard feelings. »
So that’s what Cedric was referring to yesterday. I guess I’ll have to revise my judgment. He doesn’t spout random nonsense in order to get me all riled up. He bases his teasing off of reference. Which makes it worse. I should sue him for premeditated teasing.
« What do we do now? »
He looked over my shoulder.
« We should know soon enough. »
Big boss was coming this way. Big boss was actually really skinny. He looked so old and tired while walking down that corridor.
The sly raccoon jinxed it.
You could pretty much tell the call didn’t go well. You also couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Everyone at the office love big boss. Most people at the office love big boss.
I’m trying to stop taking my assumptions as facts. Try it. Question yourself. I actually realized I don’t know as much I would like to believe.
Big boss put his hand on my shoulder.
« Can you come with me in my office? »
He didn’t look like he was going to yell at me of anything.
« Sure. »
Then he looked at Johnny.
« I’ll be with you in a minute. »
We went into Big boss’ office. He sat into his chair, massaging his temples with his long and slender hands.
He sighed, took a deep breath and regained his composure. He was tired and stressed, but not weak. Or we wouldn’t call him Big.
« We lost it. »
He dropped the bomb then kept going.
« You were allowed to take some time off for your uncle’s death. »
I opened my mouth by reflex since we already had that conversation. He held his hand up to stop me.
« You already explained to me that you don’t need it. I want you to take it nonetheless. I can’t afford to keep a lot of people active without any work coming in. Truth is, you’re probably better off that way. »
His point made more sense than bananas.
« I understand. I suddenly feel very depressed by my uncle’s demise. »
I was only half joking.
He smiled faintly at me.
« Don’t worry. I’ll have something ready for you when you get back. It’s just a phase. In a few months nobody will be talking about it anymore. »
Wisdom from experience.
I figured he was done with me so I got up to leave. I felt like I had to say something.
« Out of the two of us, I’m the lucky one. Because I got a good boss. »
« Thanks. »
I left and went to my desk. I didn’t exactly had an office. Nor a cubicle. It was just there at the end of a deserted room.
I opened my computer to get a quick look at my emails before leaving. I put my tea mug in my bag while I was at it. I had the bad habit to leave tea remains in it, which in turn spawned new forms of life. Sometime it just needed a good brushing off.
I looked at my computer doing corporation ‘updates’.
Those updates generally meant more restrictions on what you could do with said computer. Which can be a bother when your boogle search on fetus is classified as ‘sex’ and is blocked. I know what you’re thinking. You don’t need to. I never could get myself to ask for that block to be removed. I can be so spineless at times.
I decided I didn’t really need to see those emails and left.
At the entrance, the receptionist intercepted me by waving an envelope at me.
« Noah. Someone came and dropped this for you. »
Was I finally going to see some of that corruption money I’m supposed to be making?
I opened the envelope and found a ticket. A single ticket for the next Lady Baba concert. By next I mean tonight. I frowned.
« Hum… who dropped this exactly? »
« A short haired blondie. Never saw her before. »
I didn’t exactly had a short haired blondie in my acquaintances. Not one that was likely to drop a ticket for that concert anyway.
I wasn’t even a fan of Baba. The only thing that mildly interested me was that the first half of the concert would feature Natsune Mitsu a virtual idol that would appear as a hologram on stage. Who in the hell would think of giving me that on such short notice?
Under normal circumstances, I might have decided to just ignore it. It smelled like trouble. But then again, I now had an excuse to bail some cheering up party…