Five-Hundred Word Challenge 351: Well, I Guess These are Becoming Looser

Well, this is the last day of the last week that involves working during the traditional business hours of the modern world before Christmas hits and everyone stops being as aggressive as possible, whilst others are as non-aggressive as possible given whatever circumstances are inhabiting their world at that given moment in the world that is life that we all inhabit.
One big happy family right now.

Last night was intense and I am expecting today to be just as intense, as it is one day closer to the massive event where everyone gives out gifts except for those that don’t give out gifts, for there is no reason to give out gifts only at specific times of the year. There is no excuse, really.

I know that tomorrow I shall be at work once more. It will be the weekend and I will be here, tearing out  my hair as the stress rises and I keep on battling the customers in a never-ending fight to the breath that I need to hold in order to stay alive when the oxygen runs out.

I don’t even know what I am going on about anymore, but it seems to make some sort of sense, so I shall keep on going, although I don’t think that that is a good idea, so maybe instead I will stop and get on with something else.

It has been quite busy, but thankfully the period is nearly over and then everyone can relax a little more. This will be a good thing, hopefully.

I do know that it will be a fair bit more quiet, which means less work which means more time for stuff outside of work, but I don’t quite know as to what I should do with the time that I will have.

I’m sure that I will work it all out eventually, in time, just like the flow of the river and the direction of the breeze.

But where do I go from here? Very soon I will once more be on the phones, taking the calls and keeping the day going. I will be handling the enquiries with deft badness and working my way toward the end of the day during which I will have a lunch.

I guess that the best place to start is the beginning. Where is the start? Where is the end? Where does the day begin if it has no end and is merely repeating itself over and over and over again?

I guess that I should start by preparing to take calls and deal with the customer assault that will be as inevitable as it will  be worthy a challenge with which to deal.

Perhaps instead I should start by finishing this off, but I don’t know what words to use that will get me to the end of these sentences and finish this whole thing off and show my superiority to everything, I think.

Or I should just get on with getting on.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:05:04


Written at work.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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