Thunder, lightning and the ruthless rain were everything I liked most but just not like this, each time the sky roared it would cause a shiver to run up my spine, without an umbrella, a raincoat or warm clothing the rain drenched me. I lifted my hand to draw my hair from my face and then wiped the water down my cheeks. Finally I could see a little bit more clearer. I pushed further in the rain, until I finally gave up on walking and began to run as fast as I could drag myself through the dozens of puddles that lined the streets.
Once at work I pulled the glass door open and the stringent security guard held up his oversized hand and ordered for my work identity card. It was beyond me how he could ask me for it every single day since day one. I was the youngest worker here and my untidiness could be seen thirteen miles away, I knew he recognized me but he just found it ethical to make me even more late for work. Sure it wasn't fair because I had caught him numerous times letting those of higher standards pass without identity cards but it simply went to show where I stood as a person in this hierarchy.
"Sorry can you please hold on for two minutes", I raised two fingers and he just looked away.
I inhaled deeply and dug into my briefcase insearch of the small card, with no avail I got down on my knees and re-began my search.
"Lindon, it is supposed to stay around you neck", White the security guard scolded.
'He knew my name', I wandered.
'Mmmmmmmm surprising".
I pulled out my file and went through the pages one by one "I am so sorry, but I can't keep it around my neck, its raining cats and dogs outside and the card would get damaged if exposed to such harsh weather".
White shook his head in dissaproval and disgust before looking back up at nothing in particular. I had always wondered why he did that?, but asking why would just inflame my hell at work.
Finally I recovered the card from my briefcase and launched up, "There we go!", I exclaimed.
White yanked the card from my fingertips and I took it as quality time to close my briefcase whilst he scrutinized my card.
"All good", White repeated a statement he was forced to say to everyone everyday "Now have a stellar day".
"You too", I teased and walked immediately into the males rest room.
I unbuttoned my shirt and left the damp piece of clothing on the sink. Quickly I grabbed one of the warm and fluffy towels and patted myself dry. They were abnormally warm and fuzzy and all one could fathom would be to be swaddled and left in peace to sleep, but unfortunately no one could possibly do that.
Reaching for the work labelled shirt I hurriedly put it on, after closing the buttons at the cuffs. I stared at my self in the mirror.
My eyes were puffy and red like I had just woke up due to the rain and my hair was still a damp sack of a disaster. Frustrated I pulled a comb from my back pocket.
Every single day of my life I had to endure one problem or the other. Nothing could ever go well for me. What did a sixteen year old do to deserve this?.
"Urgghhhhhhhhhhhhhh", I screamed, I was soooo irritated, so impatient, so deeply displeased and so aware that I was going to get one hell of a shouting from the manager for being late for the umpteenth time.
I yanked the comb through my thick hair severally till I feared my sculp would sign out and make a run for it. Using the comb to push a little bit of the hair on my face, I gave the mirror a small fake smile.
Grabbing my wet shirt I walked with it to the dryers and left it there for ten minutes before removing it, folding it and gingerly putting it into my briefcase.
I stepped out of the male rest room and strolled to my office.
I worked at a huge manufacturing company that paid us quite enough to randomly think of stuff to make. It sounded better on the contract with a few fancy goobledegook words here and there, that which I might say were food to the eye. Nevertheless as simple and as uncomplicated as the job sounded it was one of the hardest things I had ever done in life. You had to think of a new idea every week and failure to do so would result in the loss of your job. The first two months the job was a walk in the park but as I got used to it my ideas ran out and I found myself thinking about what other people hadn't even thought of yet, which was impossible. One way or another you would be accused of fraud. When I was supposed to be eating I was thinking and jotting ideas down. There was no rest for the wicked but I failed to see what crime I had committed.
"Hey Ricky", I greeted my work mate, we shared the office together and he annoyed the living day lights and night shine out of me. He considered me a best friend and I considered him an acquaintance, one who could not mind his own business to save his life. One I wished to throw in front of a speeding bus.
"Oh hey Lindy".
I grimaced at the girlish nickname he had become fond of "Please don't call me that, ever again", I put my briefcase at the table and turned around to stare at him.
Ricky was obese, twice my age, loud arguementative, talkative and touchy. All the things I didn't like in a person all in one.
Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against obese people I just had alot against this particular one. He was a divorced man with one female child a decade younger than me, Lord knew what happened to his marriage but I decided not to be a Ricky and never pry.
"Why I think Lindy is pretty cool?. Lindon sounds to vigorous to be gifted to a soft you".
With a bored look I frowned "That's stupid. How can my name be vigorous?, for a 'soft me'?".
"Like you see-", he began.
I raised my hands up immediately "Infact I don't want to know".
"LINDON LANDFORD!".
Jezzzuuuusssssssssss.
I gulped.
"Whoopsiesssss", Ricky placed his fat hands on his face. And that was another reason why I disliked him.
"LINDON LANDFORD!!!".
Ah and there it was again.
The manager.
"I'm coming!".
Ricky smiled awkwardly and I failed to see how the manager screaming my name like I was about to be beheaded amused him.
I grabbed a pen and note pad and rushed to the door.
"Good luck", Ricky yelled.
I screwed my eyes shut and resisted the urge to pounce back in there and squeeze the life out of him.
No one would ever notice if he was gone.
Who was I kidding?, he was so annoying everyone would notice if he disappeared for an hour, but no one would report it.
I knocked twice on the managers door and entered at his voice.
"You are late!", he gritted his teeth.
I sighed and apologised and waited for him to give me a one dollar speech about punctuality.
Oh boy.
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