Just a Thursday at the Office

As soon as I realized it wasn't actually Friday the drudgery of Thursday hit me full force. I pulled one leg gingerly out of my "Friday Jeans" and leaned to the left to rest my head on the bed. I needed toothpicks to hold these eyes open. I took a deep breath to shake myself awake and I jumped off the bed and landed in a sea of printed emails. I started to run away from my bed (which actually looked like a grey cubicle for some reason). The slippery paper copies of emails stuck to the bottom of my feet and I went down on one knee to avoid falling.

My hand landed on a Styrofoam coffee cup which smashed and squished into little puddles of white jagged triangles and clearish brown steamy liquid. "CRAP!" I said. I got back up and looked past the unnaturally shiny green plant leaves that were growing up around me to where I could just make out a handsome wooden desk that gleamed in the fake fluorescent light. I decided the office would have some tissue paper on the desk so I picked up the pace and struggled through the growing mounds of "To: and From" papers covering the short blue casino style printed carpet squares.

My boss was sitting in the office with a strange look on her face. "Why are you so late?" she asked. I looked at my left hand to check the time and realized I was still wearing my pajama shirt. I slyly took a glance at her computer screen and inhaled sharply. The slide show that was pulled up had red letters on a bright yellow background which read "YOU'RE FRIED". "I'm fired or fried?" I asked. She held up her hand in front of her body but slowly put her head on the desk calendar in front of her instead.

I woke up half on my bed and half off. My cat was licking my hand on the pillow and I'd inadvertently pushed all the papers off my bed-side table down to the floor. I shook my head back and forth and remembered it was still just Thursday. With dismay I headed toward my closet to find some unwrinkled dress pants.