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I was at the office. It was 3:20 PM and I was in my cubicle picking staples out of my arm.
Jerry had come by and “filed a couple of reports” which I guess meant put as many staples in my arm as possible before I was able to wrest the stapler away from him.
It’s okay, Jerry’s dead now. Susan came by with a carton of milk that had been in the fridge for two years. She doused him with it. While he was trying to rub away the milk from his eyes, she asked him if he wanted a towel and instead handed him a plugged in toaster.
It was like watching a reverse Frankenstein story. Where the living creature gets jolted, jumped and jostled around until it’s NOT alive.
So that’s how Jerry went. I don’t have to worry about him but Susan, my god what a psychopath.
I need to get out of here by 5 PM but I have to pass the conference room on my way out. There’s supposed to be a meeting in there until 5:30, which I suspect will be a bloodbath. Ever since the former owners son took over, we’ve all been working ourselves to death.
It was now company policy that only combat wounds received in the workplace were covered by insurance, couple that with the totality of anarchy outside the workplace and you were always on high alert, high strung and needing to keep the adrenaline high.
Kristen came around the corner. A trash can on her head, a two-fanged stapler remover in one hand and a long gel-filled wrist rest for the computer in the other. That thing could leave serious bruises if wielded correctly.
I pulled out the last staple and grabbed my keyboard for a shield. Kristen stopped at my cubicle.
“I have no quarrel with you, where is Jerry?” she asked.
“Well, have you filled out his death report? Called human resources? Put out a casualty memo?”
“Well, dammit Stan, what are you waiting for?”
“Yeah, no problem. I got it.” I started looking through papers for the right forms, blood was drying and sticking sheets together.
“Have you seen Susan?” Kristen asked.
“Yeah, she’s the one who ‘filed a couple of reports’ on Jerry.” I said.
“What the hell are you talking about, reports? I told Susan to toast Jerry right after he stapled your arm.” said Kristen.
“Oh, okay, I must have misunderstood what he meant, because he walked in talking about reports…” I was getting nervous and starting to drone on. “…but he did staple my arm, he did do that very well, I only just finished taking them out.”