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A day in my life... by Michael Smith
 

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  • I started this short story as a project. A project to; A) see if I could write a book; and B) to tell people about days in my life with as much detail as I can.

    When I woke this morning I felt something wriggle against me. Normally for most people this would probably be terrifying. Don’t worry though! It was just my girlfriend. As she hugged me goodbye for the day, I rolled back over and went to sleep…. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

    So when I awoke, I got dressed for work as we all do and couldn’t help but think “I can’t believe I’m still doing this”. Then again this is my only job and I sort of need the cash right now. I’ve been a temp employee at the same place for the last 3 years and there’s no immediate sign that I will be made perm anytime soon. Which sucks. But hey ho, I just need to push on and see if I can eventually get somewhere where I can provide for and keep a family. Not a random family of course, the family that I and my partner will hopefully make one day. I’m 26 and still at home with my mum. But as far as I know this is normal for most people now days. Not that that makes it any better, but it is the truth.

    I brushed my teeth, got my shoes on and started walking for my bus. Now as much as I like walking, I would much prefer walking in the mountains, snow covered fields, or hell, even in moon boots! However it’s hard to enjoy a walk when you’re surrounded by children and cars. So I plod along, focusing all I can on my music which, by the way, I’m playing at way too high of a volume. Slowly but surely I make my way to the bus stop so I can get on the same bus I’ve been using for the last 3 years to get to work. Good morning driver! I say. With no response from the driver himself. Assholes the lot of em. The bus ride is as eventful as ever. A high speed chase ensues whereby the bus driver is chasing down an old lady who ran off without paying her fare! If only it was that exciting. Best thing I saw this morning…. Well I would say daylight but it was dark when I left so that sort of ruins that.

    When I arrive at work I get the usual cacophony of silence from everyone. Aside from the one or 2 people, I seem to be quite disliked at work. As to why I will never know. I can only assume it’s because I secretly have super powers and everyone is jealous. Powers that are so secret that not even I know about them. Dammit.

    The next 7 hours and a half hours pass as I whittle away my life as I tap, tap, tap away at my keyboard, eyes glued to the screen like a…. pair of eyes glued to a screen. A great man once asked “where does your mind go, when you’re not using it?”

    Great man he was. Beardyman is his name, beat boxing his profession. The amount of times I’ve tried copying him and ended up tongue tied and confused. Well I wouldn’t like to say but let’s just say a hell of a lot.

    Seeing as this is as far as I have gotten today. Looks like I may just have to love you and leave you on a quote from a brilliant man. A man so intelligent some people feared and respected him in equal amounts. Me.

    “When man decides to pick up after himself women are going to be angry!”

    P.S. I’m not actually sexist I just find taboo subjects/ideas to be at least mildly humorous.

    (any ideas for improvement please just message me)
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