To fill in the time at work, I began to take photos of myself with different emotions to see what I looked like when I was sad, happy, surprised, etc. They all kind of looked the same. I began to organize them in folders labelled sad, happy, surprised, etc. I took the photos every day to see if they were different and put them in a hidden folder on my computer titled "Progress."blank@officetime.com: X grabbed my ass again. Not sure why no one is calling it sexual harassment.
>me@officetime.com: Did you report it?
>>blank@officetime.com: No L I need this job for another few weeks and I don't want to stir anything up. Plus I heard someone reported him before, but no one cared. I guess it doesn't count if a guy is doing it to a guy.
>>>me@officetime.com: I'd tell him to go fuck himself next time.
>>>>blank@officetime.com: I did, he said only if I watched.
>>>>>me@officetime.com: lol, that's pretty funny.
>>>>>>blank@officetime.com: :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(
Boss 2 looked up from her desk, her hands placed firmly in front of her like she was preparing to be mounted. "I'm sorry, but this report is completely nonsensical. It's like you wrote some random jargon and then filled in the blanks, last minute." I noticed that her breasts were being squeezed by her shirt. I stared blankly at Boss 2.She wore very tight clothing, which was distracting for the three straight guys in the office. Meanwhile, the only thing I usually noticed was that she wore cheap underwear. (The labels were sometimes visible from her light-fabric skirts.)blank@officetime.com: :( :( :( :( :( :( :(
I stared blankly."Why don't you send the file to me, and I'll fix it up for you."I nodded. "That would help me out a lot." I strolled back to my desk. I sat down and gripped the arms of my chair. Rage crept up slower than usual. I closed my eyes. I thought about disappearing if I pressed hard enough in my chair.
I had only a few days left to take more Post-it notes. I'd collected several boxes of them in my closet at home by that time, but I figured I would need them since I wasn't going to have a job soon and Post-it notes were expensive.blank@officetime.com: :( :( :(
I opened the email from Co-worker 1. It was just the image of an ocean wave and the quote: "Love is happiness. Full stop." The ocean doesn't give a fuck about love, I thought.Boss 1 took me into her office and began her speech about what a great employee I had been and how sad it was to see me go. They had already planned my party, which involved a cake left over from the previous employee's farewell party. There had been so many in that month that one cake now had to last for four different parties.The entire staff came together in the conference room. It was a ritual that the entire staff showed up. Mostly because the entire staff really wanted cake.Co-worker 6 was standing near the cake, and Boss 1 was pretending to listen to her story. Boss 1 stopped once she saw me, ushered me to the front of the conference room, and asked me to say a few words.blank@officetime.com: :(