JUST ANOTHER DAY AT WORK


It was 9:30 when Sean finally arrived at work he was dreading walking into the building so he sat in his car for a while, contemplating what his boss was going to say. His boss was a prick every day he would sit there screaming at Sean even if he hadn’t done anything wrong. Today Sean had a reason for being late, there had been an accident on the freeway and it had blocked up the already crowded traffic of Vancouver but he knew his boss wouldn’t care he was afraid to face his boss. Sean had been working at Vancouver Computer Services for fifteen years and still hadn’t got a promotion. He was barely making enough money to provide for his family and pay of his bills. He would quit but in the time it took him to find another job his family would probably be on the street. He slowly turned then key listening as the car revved down and then stopped. He took the key out of the engnistion and locked up his car then slowly trudged to the elevator.

He stood in the elevator watching the numbers of the other floors blink as he passed them. When the elevator finally stopped he walked out hoping his boss wouldn’t see him hoping he wasn’t there...

“SEAN GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!”His boss screamed. Sean walked to the door that said manager on it and slowly turned the handle and walked in.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LATE YOU ARE!”Screamed Larry, Sean’s boss,.”YOU WHERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK AT QUARTER TO EIGHT NOT TEN!”

“I-I was h-held up in t-t-traffic”mumbled Sean

“I was held up in traffic”mocked his boss cruelly”I DON’T CARE IF YOUR LATE AGAIN YOUR FIRED YOU HEAR ME FIRED!!, NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE AND GET TO WORK!!”

Sean walked out of his office and slowly sat down at his desk. I didn’t deserve that it wasn’t my fault I was late I cant control traffic thought Sean bitterly he doesn’t deserve to be manager he deserves to be dead. Sean was thinking those kind of thoughts a lot lately he didnt mean them...he thought.

It was 9:15 when his boss finally let him go home and it was another hour before he got home. He pulled into the drive way of his piece of shit house wondering why god hated him, why he was stuck with this worthless job. He got out of the car and walked up to his front door.

“How was your day at work, honey?”asked his wife

“I don’t want to talk about.”stated Sean and he walked up stairs to is study and slammed the door. He spent most of his time in his study, it was the only place he felt truly happy, the only place he felt truly home. It wasn’t much just a plain white room with a small desk in the corner and a gun case beside it. Hunting was the only escape he had, and he was good at it. He first started hunting at the age of nineteen it was then that he discovered he was an unusually good marks men, he could hit a deer with a bow or rifle at one hundred yards and kill it. He didn’t usually use a gun though he preferred to use his compound bow the most power full bow and arrow there was. Sean walked over and sat down at his desk and started to write in his journal

Date: December 23,2007

I was late for work today but it wasn’t my fault traffic was really bad, but that dint stop my boss he said the next time im late he is going to fire me and I cant get fired I need this money but that wont stop him. I wish he would just die then I wouldn’t halve to worry....maybe I could kill him god knows he deserves it.

Sean didn’t know why he wrote that, he didn’t remember writing any of that. I need to get some sleep before I loose my mind completely thought Sean. All through the night he had nightmares of killing his boss but what really scared him was the didn’t seem like nightmares but more like a fantasy...

Sean got up the next morning and climbed in to his beat up Tempo and drove to work praying beyond prayers that he wouldn’t be late and it seemed his prayers where answered he arrived half an hour early. Sean got out of the car feeling more happy then he had been in awhile because today his boss would have nothing to scream at him for nothing to fire him for. He made it through the day without fucking up at all he actually seemed to have a good day maybe his luck was changing maybe things where getting better.

“Sean could I see you in my office?”asked his boss who seemed to be in a good mood too. Sean walked into his office wondering if maybe just maybe he was going to get a raise or something.

“Yes boss?” asked Sean.

“Your about to get something very special Sean.” said his boss calmly. “ Can you guess what it is?”

“No sir, what?” asked Sean who was now starting to get excited.

“You get a ..PINK SLIP”said his boss he then started to laugh.

“B-b-but what did I do?” said a heartbroken Sean

“DO? You didn’t do anything I just don’t like you” said his former boss who was smiling” now get out of my building before I call security, oh and MERRY CHRISTMAS!?

Sean couldn’t remember walking out of the building or driving home. The next thing he knew he was sitting at his desk he looked down and was surprised to see he had already written in his journal, it said:

Date: December 24,2007

THE FUCKER FIRED ME TODAY FOR NO GOD DAMN REASON AND NOW ITS TIME TO MAKE HIM PAY TIME TO MAKE THEM ALL PAY FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME, TOMORROW IS JUDGEMENT DAY !!!!!!!!!!!

Sean read this over and over again each time he thought he should get up and run and each time he couldn’t he just kept reading it until he started to believe it. It was then that something snapped in him he walked over to his gun case and was about to take out his bow when he changed his mind he grabbed the dual barreled shot gun and his 9 mm and all the ammo there was sitting beside it he put it in a duffel bag. He then walked down stares and grabbed a butchers knife and walked back up stairs and walked into his room where his wife was sleeping. He walked up to her sleeping body and clapped his hand over her mouth, she woke up and Sean watched as her expression change from surprise to terror as he raise he drew the knife across her throat. He didn’t expect her to bleed that much but it had to be down he couldn’t leave any loose ties in this world he then walked into his baby girls room and was about to smother her with a pillow but he hesitated for moment why does thes baby deserve to die he then thought that this way she would never half to face the big bad world she would never have to no hate. He slowly covered her face with the pillow and held it there until she stopped moving. He walked out of the room and went back into his study and fell asleep on the floor.

He got the next morning and drove to the building where he used to work. He grabbed the duffel bag with his guns in it and walked to the elevator the guard tried to stop him but he was prepared for this he pulled the knife he had stored away in his belt and drove it threw his temple. He died before he could even blink. He walked into the elevator and pushed the button that would take him to the floor he wanted to go the top floor the floor where he used to work. He pulled out his shot gun and loaded it and then waited for the doors to open. There was a blonde waiting for the elevator she was the first to die. Sean pulled the trigger and watched in what seemed to be slow motion as her once beautiful face turned into a bloody mass of flesh. People where screaming now they where trying to hide under there desks but it didn’t do them any good Sean walked up to one of them and pointed the barrel of his gun at his head he tried pleading but it Sean pulled the trigger any way. The blood splattered all over Sean but for some reason it felt good he dipped his finger in it and tasted he then started to laugh. He walked up to the next person she was pregnant she was trying to hide her swollen stomach. Sean started to aim at her head but changed his mind he pointed the gun at her stomach and pulled the trigger.
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