Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or the other characters.
Frustration, My Number One Feeling
Prologue
Everyday, everyday it is like this. You would think I would get bored after awhile of the same old routine, but surprisingly I don't. I have always strived for order in my life. Take my room for example; everything is in its proper place. My pillows are perfectly aligned with one another and not a single wrinkle in them. My bed looks like it has been ironed. My closest is color coordinated and also sorted by short sleeved and long sleeved. My draws are sorted into shorts, pants, capris, and bathing suits.
To some, this might be considered an obsessive compulsive disorder. But I assure you its not. I just like order in my life. It makes me feel peaceful and calm. But unfortunately my orderly ways are completely lost on my coworker, Inuyasha Takahashi.
This man, no this boy, is so obnoxious, crude, annoying, self-centered, and above all he is the biggest slob I have ever met. If I had to describe my feelings towards him, the number one feeling would have to be frustration, and anger follows at a close second.
It's like he lives to frustrate me. He uses every chance he gets to ruin my orderly life. I remember one time we had to share a cubicle because his was being worked on. Something to do with the wiring, but anyway, I almost had a heart attack when I came into work one day.
FLASHBACK
It had been a couple of days now of sharing my work space with Inuyasha. At first it wasn't so bad. Sometimes I would find some things out of place, like my stapler would be on the little desk next to my chair when it should be aligned neatly next to my pencil holder, or I would find my keyboard tilted sideways instead of center right in front of the computer monitor. These things did annoy me but they were little and he had only done them once so I let it slide.
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning. It was a Tuesday and the official marker of the one week period of sharing my work space with Inuyasha. I was having a relatively good morning and was excited to get to work. When I arrived I walked through the twin glass doors and headed to the elevator. I worked on the fourth floor at a prestigious law firm. Inuyasha's older brother, Sesshomaru ran the firm. He was the head boss. Our floor specialized in sorting cases and making sure that all the files had the correct and necessary information that way when we delivered them to the lawyers they wouldn't have to waste extra time looking for the missing paperwork.
Well I took my job very seriously, some would say too seriously. I made sure that everything I did was always in order. If my floor dealt with the clients files than we should specialize in having everything neat and ready to go. Regrettably, I seem to be the only one on my floor that thinks this way. I can't even count the number of times Inuyasha has delivered incomplete files and I would have to correct them. But back to the point, I was walking to my cubicle after I had checked in and just as was about to walk in I had this feeling something was wrong; and I couldn't have been more right.
My cubicle was littered with trash. It was everywhere, the floor, my desk, the chair; I even found trash in my pencil holder. I felt like I was standing in a garbage dump. How can someone be this filthy?
I spent two hours cleaning my office area. I even had to stay late to get my work done because of it. I really wanted to track down Inuyasha and strangle the life out of him. Lucky for him he had the next few days off and by the time he would come back his cubicle would be finished.
END FLASHBACK
That day will always be imprinted in my memory. Because was the day when I started to truly despise Inuyasha Takahashi.