' Fuck, I am late '. I woke up with a bang. Hey, buttheads, how y'all doing, don't ask me the same because i am screwed! And pardon my recalcitrances but I can't introduce myself at the first place. I am late for my work and guess what it's the first day, i can say it's gonna be a tough day without even being at the work place. And then i had another mini heart attack seeing 5 missed calls from 'Mr Ballen', my personal cab driver and one of the most amazing person you will meet. He drives like a madman who busted out of an asylum when I am late. I jawed my overcoat as my both hands were engaged holding a frappe and my prestige, metaphorically now don't know after. So i scrambled up my way into the taxi, prepared for the fulmination built up in there. You can't make an oldie 'wait' they just don't have the word in their dictionary. Then after my life flashing up before my eyes, i made it to the campus. Now i gotta roll my eyes and think what to do. No, i wasn't planning a murder but actually finding a way out of it. I thought why not mix up with influx of employees in order to way myself out off my boss's firings. Until i found that everyone over there is on time. Like for fuck sake just enlighten me with a company or an institution which have it's employees literally each one of it reporting on time for work?
I was expectedly called for a word in the personals office. Beleive me that lobby was a quintessential of professionalism. Everything over there was perfect. Except my boss. That man had a fat face. I easily get decieved by eyes but i don't judge people on their looks but gotta say it your fat needs to fine an appropriate location/part to cuddle up. ' Ms Sloane Maddison it's your first day at work and.... let me see.... you are five minutes late. Can you please furnish me with a genuine reason to ponder upon'. To which i replied ' Well sir i was very well on time it was just the traffic that deliniated me from the other coworker'. Hard to digest, i made my way out of that perfect hell. Now i gotta find my work table or don't say me i don't have one. By the way let me introduce myself ' I am 'Maddison,' 'Sloane Maddison '. 23 years old graduated from North Broadway school of excellence. Now that i moved on from that depression i found myself another one. Yeah i am a software engineer by profession. Like it's cool to be one unless you get 46 errors at the same time, whoa that's double my age blud. I was a certified nerd though but I'd like flux of shenanigans and some tempo in my life.
I got expelled from my last job after dating my company's president. C'mon it was a blind date. I didn't i would get that shit as my date. We fucked the whole night pleasently and the other morning that bitch fired me. I instantly added this ' don't date a fuckboi' in my LOM. For those who don't what LOM is, it is nothing but a list of certain rules or measures regarding joyful things that you should not do. An act of floccinaucinihelpilification can lead you to bad terms.
So now i work in ' First kiss.com' as a software developer. The best part is i have my bestie as my coworker. After 6 months of ass rugging i thought of jacking my profile in first kiss. Like no matter how much i bitch, that's the best place to find love. I told this to 'Nate Wheller'yeah my bestie he warned me but asked me to muster up some courage and do it . Atlast he was a bigger dumbass than I and that's why I can trust. Male bestie are really a blessing.