Status: Finito.
The Other Things.
clock-in.
Nine-to-five. Monday through Friday.
I guess it was better than having to wake up at five-thirty just to drive a bus filled with snot-nosed kids with no manners. My grandfather never complained, though.
I sit behind a desk in a stuffy office. A big desk, in a big office. A lot of people think I’m a snobby rich kid who couldn’t lift a finger to do work.
That’s far from the truth. I had been running the company since I graduated college.
But at this point, I could run the company while asleep.
And at some point, I became numb.
I guess it was better than having to wake up at five-thirty just to drive a bus filled with snot-nosed kids with no manners. My grandfather never complained, though.
I sit behind a desk in a stuffy office. A big desk, in a big office. A lot of people think I’m a snobby rich kid who couldn’t lift a finger to do work.
That’s far from the truth. I had been running the company since I graduated college.
But at this point, I could run the company while asleep.
And at some point, I became numb.
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This is a new story. It was prompted by the ABC Drabble contest Mibba hosted a while ago. But this is obviously not for that, nor is it as time-restricting. I'll be taking my time with this one. All of the pieces are part of something bigger.Please do that thing where you comment on / subscribe to / recommend the story, if you do. I hope you do. Thank you!