The day started with a loud shatter from what seemed like the kitchen. "Not again". I dreadingly dragged my self out of bed grabbing the broom that was leaning against my bed frame and quickly walked into the kitchen, half asleep. I ran over to my counter to scare the neighbor's cat that had made it a constant goal to break into my apartment. although this was a constant occurrence, there was something different about that day. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it seemed as if my apartment was cleaner and more organized. It wasn't anything I was mad at, but I felt empty in a way.
After spending about two hours getting ready, I finally stepped out of my complex. I opened the driver's door to my deep blue toyota camri and sat there procrastinationg and pondering about my job and if I would still be alive in about a month from now. I put aside my thoughts for a while and drove to "work". I parked on the roof of the parking garage as I always do, in a little corner where I was sure no one would bump into my car. I quickly walked into the office building, barely making the storm that was about to start in the Maitland. I strolled through the ordinary halls with useless adds and posters hanging from the walls and into my office. I work as an accountant, but I hired my own personal assisntant to do the work for me for 20% of the income. I have better and more important things to worry about. I quickly sat in my little corner where all angles of my computer screen were blocked from anyone's views and quickly started working on the day's softwhere service. Many would consider it hacking, but I call it a form of expressing your intellectual computer genius in a world with such cruelty. My good ol' friend from Russia was emailing me quite instantly this day and I didn't think much of it other than he was very excited for the day's task. 5 hours into the day and nothing exciting happened until a woman with huge shades and a bright blue hat walked in and handed me an envelope. The envelope read, "urgently". signed, Mr. Evans.
After spending about two hours getting ready, I finally stepped out of my complex. I opened the driver's door to my deep blue toyota camri and sat there procrastinationg and pondering about my job and if I would still be alive in about a month from now. I put aside my thoughts for a while and drove to "work". I parked on the roof of the parking garage as I always do, in a little corner where I was sure no one would bump into my car. I quickly walked into the office building, barely making the storm that was about to start in the Maitland. I strolled through the ordinary halls with useless adds and posters hanging from the walls and into my office. I work as an accountant, but I hired my own personal assisntant to do the work for me for 20% of the income. I have better and more important things to worry about. I quickly sat in my little corner where all angles of my computer screen were blocked from anyone's views and quickly started working on the day's softwhere service. Many would consider it hacking, but I call it a form of expressing your intellectual computer genius in a world with such cruelty. My good ol' friend from Russia was emailing me quite instantly this day and I didn't think much of it other than he was very excited for the day's task. 5 hours into the day and nothing exciting happened until a woman with huge shades and a bright blue hat walked in and handed me an envelope. The envelope read, "urgently". signed, Mr. Evans.
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