Soo my current job is being a breakfast host and this fic may or may not have Jim feeling my pain with something that actually happened today. This felt really good to write and also this format is still pretty new for me so I hope that you like it!

Anger

(noun) a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

jtawesome: You there, Spock?

scienceofficer1: Hello, James.

jtawesome: Hey, man. You busy?

scienceofficer1: Not currently, James. What do you need?

jtawesome: I'm fucking irritated. How do grown ass adults not understand how to throw their crap away properly? Did that knowledge just fall out of their teeny shitty brains?

scienceofficer1: I'm assuming a guest failed to throw their trash away properly?

jtawesome: Yeah. They saw that they were missing the trash and yet STILL eased it in so that their damn trash fell off to the side and made a mess. They had fucking pancakes so syrup pooled and dripped out. I hate when people do that, Spock, I really do.

scienceofficer1: I am aware, James.

jtawesome: Starting the day off angry is shit.

scienceofficer1: I know, James.

jtawesome: Sorry, Spock. There just hasn't been anything good happen to make my day great.

scienceofficer1: I believe I may able to rectiry that, James.

jtawesome: Really? How so?

scienceofficer1: As of today, I am officially joining Starfleet. In two weeks I will be on Earth, and I would like to finally meet you in person.

jtawesome: ….that just may be the best news I've gotten in a long time.

scienceofficer1: We will meet at our designated area? At the designated time?

jtawesome: You bet. I'll be counting down the days.

scienceofficer1: As will I, James.

jtawesome: You have to go, don't you?

scienceofficer1: Yes. How did you know?

jtawesome: I'm awesome like that. Talk to you later, yeah?

scienceofficer1: I will call you when I am through at work.

jtawesome: Okay. Bye, Spock.

scienceofficer1: Goodbye, James.

I cleaned up that guys mess and then went into the pantry to very quietly screech my frustrations. How the hell do some people get to be adults and not know how to clean up after themselves? It's so frustrating. Ugh.

ANYWAY. Mini rant over, I hope that you enjoyed the little ficlet, and please, as ever, let me know what you thought! :D

PS. The names started of as placeholders but then I liked them so much they just stuck xp