Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Gotta Pick Up the Kids

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The alarm blares the same piercing noise that I've know all to well. I hate that stupid alarm and I hate the stupid reason behind it. "Well you see if it were anything else you couldn't hear it over the equipment." That's what the higher-ups tell me but I don't buy it. I get it being loud but I swear it's gonna give me a heart attack one day. I sigh then return to my work just to finish what I was doing and head out. I hate how long it takes for me to get out of my work clothes. I work with "dangerous materials," bah, it's only dangerous if your an idiot. And thanks to all those idiots and these stupid kids I have to wear all this. Stupid gloves, stupid goggles, stupid hardhat, stupid apron.

 "Yo, Bill you done for today," my co-worker says just as I'm at the door. I don't actually know the guy's name, never came up often enough to learn it. It's surprising how long you can go, knowing a guy and have no name to his face. "Yea, I'm came in early so I could pick up my kids from school." "Ah, how are they?" He starts up. "You know I don't like to talk about my personal life" I try to stop the conversation. "C'mon man, give me something, I see you everyday and know nothing about you. I wanna at least know your kids' names." He urges. "Karla and Roger, that enough for ya" I don't even try to hide how irritated I am. He clearly has no idea where to go from there, It's actually a little funny. "See ya, tomorrow" I say as my hand slides off the door which causes it to close behind me.

 "Arf, arf" The hell, what's a dog doing here. I turn towards the sound. Pity is my first thought, dumb dog looks like it was ran over. I take a few steps toward the disfigured pup. No, it wasn't ran over but it's left behind leg is shattered, kinda reminds me of a shattered CD. Tail is also pretty banged up, but that's about it. Oh well, life happens. I start going towards my car when I hear a whimper and look back. Stupid thing is hobbling towards me. Of course this would happen. I pick it up, it's maybe twice my hand. Kids wanted a cat maybe they'll enjoy a dog.

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