Casey Martin (fabiturbestia) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-03-20 20:40:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Who: Casey and Max
What: Coffee is life (or something like that) and work sucks.
Where: The coffee shop
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Status: Finished
It had been a long morning for Casey. The coffee machine had broken and they’d had to resort to actually manually making the coffee. It hadn’t been so bad but Casey had burned her hand when someone had left the back door open and the dog she snuck food to came bounding in and smacked into her knee. She’d poured hot water over her hand and goddamn if it hadn’t hurt like a bitch.
An engineer had come in to fix the machine but Casey’s fingers were pink and stinging, she’d been there for hours and still had most of her shift to go and she was just tired and wanted to go home. She couldn’t be blamed; today was just one of those days.
She knew the dog was still outside, she could hear it barking and calling for her. It had been cute at first, saying Casey, Casey can I have some food now because I am hungry and I love you and Casey, Casey I would like to have some food now, oh you smell good and the food smells good and the room smells good. It was all amusing enough, but it had ended with her burning her hand.
“Work sucks,” she announced, whether there was someone there to hear her or not. She was about half an inch away from head-desking and just giving up for the day. If she could just melt into a Casey puddle then that would be nice.
She wasn’t even allowed to have a cookie until the end of her shift. And she had to pay for it.
Yeah. Work sucked. And it didn’t look to be getting any better any time soon. She wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep forever.