There's two kinds of people in this world, the less fortunate and the rich. The less fortunate people aren't the people who work for the rich, they work 8 hours a day just to earn minimum wage. And sometimes you never see the money you work for, so much bills pile up and and all your money disappear.
But on the other side, on the rich side people could care less. I mean they have all the money so they don't have to worry about lifting a figure, they got people making money for them. For people like us spending a $1,000 is a lot of money but for them is like pocket change.
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Sometimes I wish I was born into wealth, I wouldn't have to care about a thing. I wouldn't have to work 8 hours a day or eat ramen 24/7. My life wouldn't be hell like it is now.
My routine is always the same, waking up 6:00 am in the morning get ready and get to work by 8:00. Once I get to work I have to make sure everything is clean and organized before my boss came. But today I had to set up for the meeting we had this morning and I had to make sure everything was in place and spotless as ever since the devil was a clean freak.
"Good morning sir" I greeted him walked into the room. He looked at me and walked into his office. "What a Lion devil." I whispered underneath my breath. My boss was totally the opposite of me, he had everything I could never have. But to be honest even though I hated my boss he was stupidly handsome. Everything about him was perfect, to my surprise I found out he could cook a few years back when I stayed over at his house to work. Sometimes, I wouldn't have fantasies about him but I'm not going to talk about that.
Suddenly my phone started ringing already, "Yes sir," I answered, "Bring me the files for today's meeting." I said, "Okay sir." I ended the call and sighed. I grabbed the folders that were piled on my table and took the inside to him.
"Here are the files sir," I said placing them on his table, as I was about to leave the room he gave me another request. "Make a meeting with Samantha for tonight." I forced a smile on my face and walked out. Did I forget to mention that this man is also a pervert? He always has a different woman in his bed every night, and once he gets tired of them he tells me to end things with them. WHAT THE FUCKING POINT OF SLEEPING WITH MULTIPLE GIRLS!!
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During their meeting the air was tense. Looks like the boss wasn't in a good mood today.
"What the fuck in this!" He exclaimed as he threw the papers across the room. "In this what you call work!" "UmmâŠsir, out of all the designs we gave you last week these were the ones you said you liked." Mr. Smith said, "From what I see the models you showed me last week aren't the same as the ones you're showing me." He said, "If you don't get this right by next week consider your job here gone." He remarked as he got up and walked. I picked up the last files and walked behind him.
I followed my boss out of the meeting room, feeling the weight of his frustration in the air. It was moments like these that made me wish I could just escape from this job and the constant pressure that came with it. I couldn't help but overhear his heated conversation with Mr. Smith as I walked behind them.
Mr. Smith, clearly flustered by the boss's anger, tried to explain, "Sir, I assure you that these designs were the ones you approved last week. There must have been a mix-up somewhere. We can work on getting everything back on track immediately."
My boss didn't seem convinced, but he continued walking towards his office, muttering under his breath. I knew this meant extra hours of work and stress for me as I would have to coordinate with the design team to correct this mistake.
As I approached his office, he turned to me and said, "You heard the conversation, make sure they fix this mess and make the necessary adjustments. I want the corrected designs on my desk by tomorrow morning."
I nodded, "Yes, sir. I'll ensure it's taken care of."
With a dismissive wave, he entered his office and closed the door behind him. I sighed, feeling the immense pressure of my job once again. The truth was, as much as I resented my boss, I couldn't afford to lose this job. It was my lifeline, even if it was a constant source of stress.
The rest of the day was a blur of phone calls, emails, and rushed meetings with the design team. I was determined to get everything back on track, but the stress was taking a toll on me. By the time evening rolled around, I was mentally drained.
I decided to take a short break, and as I stepped out of the office building, I couldn't help but look up at the luxury cars parked in the company's parking lot. I wondered what it would be like to live a life where money wasn't a constant worry, where I didn't have to deal with my demanding boss and his questionable personal life.
Deep down, I knew that I couldn't change my circumstances overnight, but the desire for something better lingered. As I headed back inside to continue my work.
As I printed brand new files on my table I looked at the clock and it was already midnight. This wasn't anything new since I was used to working like this. "I just want to sleep!" I cried as I grabbed the files out of the printer.
Suddenly my phone started ringing and it was Stacy calling, "Hello?" I answered the call, "Where are you?! Josh has been waiting for hours!" She exclaimed. "Who's Josh?" I asked confused, "the guy you're supposed to have a blind date with." Shawn said, "Oh, sorry. I'm working overtime today." U told her to place the files in their folders. "Why did I even bother." She sighed hanging up the call. I shook my head not bothered, I didn't have to be delusional over guys. I already had too much in my hands and I didn't want to add another weight.
"Sir here are the files you asked for," I said as I walked into his office, he was too busy focusing on his computer to notice that I even walked in. I placed the files on the table and walked out.
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As I waited for him to finish working I checked my emails to see if I had anything to do and to my surprise, I had emails piled from the design team and tech team. I sighed stressed as I started to open each and every one of the emails.
The night dragged on, and I found myself knee-deep in a sea of emails from the design and tech teams. It seemed that everyone was in a rush to get things sorted after the boss's outburst during the meeting. I meticulously went through each email, making notes of what needed to be done and who I needed to coordinate with to address the issues.
Hours passed, and the office felt eerily quiet, with only the humming of the fluorescent lights overhead and the sound of keyboards clicking in the background. I could see my reflection in the darkened windowpane, a tired face with eyes carrying the weight of exhaustion.
My boss was still engrossed in his work, seemingly oblivious to the passage of time. I knew that I had to stay on top of things to ensure the corrected designs were ready for review by tomorrow morning. The pressure was immense, but I had grown accustomed to it over time.
As I was about to send an email to the design team outlining the necessary changes, my boss suddenly came out of the office and gave another demand. "Sir, is there something you need?" I asked, trying to hide my exhaustion.
He looked at me with a stern expression, "I want you to stay here with me. We need to go over these reports thoroughly." "Also cancel the meeting with Samantha." He told me.
I couldn't hide my disappointment. I had been looking forward to finishing my work and getting some much-needed rest. But I nodded, "Of course, sir. I'll stay as long as necessary to get everything done."
My boss seemed to appreciate my dedication, and we spent the next few hours going through the reports and discussing the necessary revisions. It was a grueling process, but I couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
To be continued