teddybearnation

The Twilight Master

Closing and locking the door of my office I stroll down the hall, waving goodbye to coworkers as I pass by offices and cubicles. I may just be a desk clerk for the boss, but after last years christmas fiasco, no one questions my exact position here, especially Bob.Every time his nose or back itches or hurts, he is going to think of me. How great it is to be remembered, but it’s not my fault he didn't turn on the self security building procedure like he was supposed to. No , not my fault at all. At least I don’t get called a imposter anymore. Everyone used to think that I got treated like a boss, rather than a secretary. Which in a way is true, but I am still technically a secretary. I walk down the hall to the elevator and go down to the main floor. Of course my office had to be at the top of a 5 story tall building. Cause the added two minutes is totally worth it. That’s two minutes out of my precious life, every day, multiple times. I can see my life flashing before my eyes already.