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"Bran...Bran...Bran," Jim
repeated as he slowly typed away at the computer. His rotten fingers moved with
a surprising amount of dexterity.
"Hey Jim," I popped into
his cubicle to drop off a file, "what's this about bran?"
"Am on diet," Jim moaned,
"brains too fatty, need to be health conscious this day and age." He
took the file from me with his pale green hand and flopped it onto the desk.
"Your wife on your case
again?" I asked.
"No, this my choice," he
admitted, "been feeling good so far."
"That's nice to hear," I
nodded as I ducked out of his cubicle. When he was out of earshot I gagged a
bit, the stench from his area was unbearable. I guess he didn't put on enough
deodorant today. I quickly returned to my own workstation and sat down. The
boss wasn't around today, so I had a chance to get some real work done. However,
just as I got comfortable, I noticed the bat perched on my cubicle wall.
"I wondered how long it would
take you to notice me," my boss appeared in a puff of smoke, still perched
on my cubicle. "My dear Bill, I would appreciate it if you came into work
on Saturday to help complete the Q4 project. I'll also need you to come in on
Sunday to finish the inventory reports."
"Sure, I'll see if I can make
room in my schedule," I rolled my eyes.
"Good sport, see you
then," he poofed back into a bat and flew away.
'Pain in the ass,' I almost
muttered, at least he didn't dump anything on me for today. Now I'll just need
to come up with an excuse to get out of work this weekend. Sometimes I hate
this office, the undead never stop. You'd think they of all people would
appreciate rest.
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They say you can rest when your dead, but corporate had other plans it seems.
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