Many foolish things have been done with the excuse that you only live once and consequently outrageous reactions are taken by the world to maintain balance.
How to work hundreds of overtime hours, even during the weekend, in an almost slave job, being forced to turn several nights to finish the main program of the base server of the rpg game that was going to be released next month.
Not to mention that the program was infested with bugs as if a new colony was appearing every minute, I honestly felt more like a fester than a programmer.
The outsourced company that was doing the program declared bankruptcy suddenly and suspiciously for about a month and we were forced to take over the project. With more than half of the central server program left to be programmed, ongoing battles against the zerg..s that say bugs.
The tight weather and lack of staff forced everyone in the company to give blood, sweat and coffee. After all, the accounting has already warned that the month had closed and no hiring or outsourcing could be done in time and ended any hope of being "pay to win" in this battle.
I still feel the chills of remembering to go to the bathroom and see a screenwriter looking at himself in the mirror with black bags under his dead eyes and a depraved smile, whispering to himself some of broken lines of code. A minute of silence in memory and bravery of the number one killer panda ... Never mind, we don't keep track of the number of members of our club.
I still remember the hell of living on coffee, noodles with a little vodka in the coffee and energy in the noodles to vary the flavor a little. We won't even mention that I saw someone sniffing sugar, sorry let me clean it up, it was still a little in the corner of my nose.
I'm starting to wonder if we're still human. I started looking at my co-worker and feeling like eating human meat. I haven't known what a gram of protein has been for weeks, but I dismissed that idea as she smokes twelve packs of cigarettes a day. It would be healthier to consume charcoal at least it comes without cancer.
I think I won some title, at least I would win if that was a final game I killed more than 2000 bugs. And finally the program started to run normally, I went to my boss's office to ask for the reward of the extermination mission. I'm sure he's on the side of the bugs he kicked me out of his room at the base of the scream, it must be some special power or the rest of the sanity that I have left after spending two weeks with hardly any sleep.
There goes my keyboard soaked in a river of saliva that ran while I slept on the table. Now it seems that I had physiological needs for my pants, after all the drool ran down the table and fell on me so I woke up.
After sleeping in the toilet of the company bathroom and being woken up by the cleaning uncle, I finally think I have recovered a little of my sanity. Fuck you "Call of cthulhu" you never reached me. HAHAHAHA runs out of the bathroom after the light flashes.
Receiving a bonus of almost half a salary after doing all this makes almost everything worthwhile and I feel relaxed, as if the world had us compensating and saying that the exchange is fair.
'Ah .. ?? If i would do it again ?? Oh don't run away, this knife in my hand is a toy, come back, let's talk. '
And as fate always seems to tend to chaos, the bonus was received on a Friday night and all friends, enemies and those whose only body remains in the sectors decide to go out drinking to the point of ending all alcohol stored in the bar closer. I remember some flashes and it looked like a war scene with bodies scattered on the floor, table, chairs and how did that guy get on the fan?
I shook my head hard I must have been too drunk and it's just an illusion that that guy on the fan was not my boss and I certainly don't remember putting him there. Speaking of which, I didn't know that I had all this strength, it must have been the applause of the rest of the team, yes that must be said. Everything was just a collective delusion, I lied to me.
As yesterday night was wonderful and the world was envious of me and wanted to pay fair, perfectly balanced and not biased. I can't open my eyes.
I think I ended up consuming at least half of my alcohol wage bonus last night and, as expected, the hangover reached me.
Pain in the whole body as if I had been beaten up, maybe I have, my head seems to be burning and throbbing as and mini bombs explode inside it every few seconds.
Still with my eyes closed, I tried to sit up, but a strong nausea as if all the blood in my body was running a marathon arriving in my head made me go back to bed.
I started to regain my senses and I felt that I was lying on something hard probably on the floor and probably being cold in the bathroom since the rest of the house is covered with a beautiful thick carpet that makes me have an allergic attack every other week.
"Ohh" I
made the sound of my mouth thinking that I must have been sick during the night and dragged myself to vomit on the toilet. Even with a little mental confusion I can still smell the alcohol that came out of my sweat, but I don't smell anything else so I shouldn't have been able to vomit.
What discourages me at least I wouldn't be feeling so bad.
As he tried to open his eyes, he swore a thousand curses and repeated the promise for the hundredth time that he would never drink again. It felt like my eyes were full of sand that hurt every inch of it.
Even as it opened, it took me a few moments to focus my vision and now I could see around me. It was a little dark making the little light look welcomingly scary and I could only think.
'What the F * ck?'
Why is there a marble circumference floating and emitting light in my bathroom, where's my human skull lamp?
Wait ... I looked around for my electronic toilet.
'Where's the lelet?
Lelet affectionate name that I named my electronic toilet, she always told me the news when I sat on it in the morning.
'Could it be that after spending so much time on her, her spirit finally evolved into this marble sphere?'
I forced myself to stop running away from reality and looked around, I was in a hall about 4 meters in radius from the floating round marble that I will now call Neptune because it reminds me of the planet Neptune with that vibrant dark blue color .
I pinched my leg to see if I was dreaming and tears started streaming down my face.
I knew I shouldn't have given my number to that beautiful woman who asked for it last night. If the world were fair I would probably have a message from the beautiful lady in the notification bar on my phone now with a slightly revealing photo, but here I am in another world with a ball.
Of course, just for the sake of future generations, the pinch hurt.
Recovering from my shock that it wasn't a dream, tears flowed even deeper from my eyes.
'Neptune why did you do this to me?'
Tears were streaming but my eyes running down my face have already started to form a salty puddle on the floor. But even so, I continued to look almost obsessively at the family crest located in the bag next to the body. Yes body.
I'm dead.