The Office.
Massie
("The 5 things I hate about my job.")
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Internships at offices are boring.
How I know this? Well, because that is what I am doing right now. Actually, right I am putting sticky notes everywhere. For example, on the door there is one that says, "Rawr. I am a door."
Some could say I am bored. Others might say I am 'decorating my office'. The first one is correct, but let's go with the second so I don't get in trouble. Although, if I really wanted to 'decorate my office', I would call Rob at Ralph Lauren Home. I'd have a fuzzy purple chair instead of a ripped red leatherette one.
Obviously, my first peeve about my new "job" (no it's not a jobby) is how boring it is (and that is why). Then second, the ugly furnature. Now third. Can you BELIEVE they actually took away my purple pen!? Apparently, purple pens are illegal in the work force. Or, as my boss said, they are not "classy". Classy my a- butt. (cussing isn't 'classy' either).
The only good thing? 40 for a half day. Sure, that's chicken change, but at Be Pretty is was commission only. No sales, no cash.
Well, I do have a fourth. All these Mexicans keep eye-raping me! I would do the 'Michael Vick' and throw them the bird, but they could be customers. Yeah, customers looking for a prostitute.
Ooh! Here comes a call. Yay Me.
"Law Office."
"Yo."
"How Can I help You?"
"I'm a gangster."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm a GANGSTA, homie G!"
"Okay?" I just hung up.
Who knows who it coulda been. Anyway, as you can see, I am gonna get paid 40 bucks today for answering the phone and saying "Law Office".
Oh gawd. I have my fifth, ladies and gentlemen. Derrick Harrington keeps popping in and going "Yo mah nigglets."
Not only did he steal my word- stalker!- but he keeps bugging me. Well, sorry D, but it's time for me to smirk.
"Security."
He can scream "But Homie!?" all he wants, he is still going to office prison.
"Muah ha ha."
THE END.
Should I make it a 5 shot of all TPC's jobs?
BTW: My inspiration? My job.
-C