The car I’m riding in makes a soft right turn, hitting some bumps in the road whilst doing so.
“Are you
sure
this is where I’m dropping you off at?” my driver asks with a hint of worry.
“This is the place, yes. Specifically, that little restaurant over yonder.”
“Huh… is this place open 24 hours or something?”
“No, but it’s apparently

Slowly, you relax into your chair. Just last week, as apart of working here so long, you were given a much comfier chair to work in. it’s tall enough to lean your upper back & head on, and made of a nice, easy to clean, soft material. It’s manufactured by one of vivtech’s many, many,
many
subsidiaries, which means buying it for home use would be easy…


If there was any identifiable branding on it.

I’m sitting at my desk. All is normal. I’m typing away, filling out and properly reviewing documents sent to me via company email. Judging by the length of this thing, if I keep pace, I should have it finished by the end of my shift. It’s a patent for some solar-rechargeable car battery, and aside from spell-checking, they want me to reorganize the table of contents, as well as move some of the visual descriptions of some of the parts to later pages.

I once again find myself in a room fit for testing. As it turns out, there are plenty of companies that are actually somewhat
interested
in my eating habits, and capabilities. I would have figured a glutton as unrepentant as myself wouldn’t mesh well with the interests of corporations and their machinations, but I find myself with a sanctioned off room, getting paid a handsome amount to test their product.


Right now,

“That’ll be $127.55.” my cashier says blandly. I reach into my pocket, pull out my card, and put it in the reader. After a few prompts about rounding up, or wanting cash back, it asks for my pin. I tap the numbers necessary, and hit enter. A few seconds later, it approved my purchases… which is the first thing that’s gone right as of today.


Almost didn’t have any fresh clothing for today.

I left m

Tonight is a
lovely
night. The sky is clear, the full moon is brightly shining down it’s radiant light, I am on a porch chair, listening to the sound of peepers and other little bugs chirping their songs to whoever, and whatever, can hear.


I have a peach tea resting in my left hand, and my right, gingerly holds my phone. It is simply playing a long, long video of a fireplace crackling. While the sound is crummy, it&rsq

My eyes are glued to the light of my phone. My hands are ready to type a message to her. However, I find I can’t quite think of
what
I want to type out. Should I just flat out and say it to her? I’m sure she knows, and I’m sure she’d appreciate it, but… nah, imma surprise her! I bet she doesn’t think that I know that today is our anniversary of being a couple!


I know just the thing! I&r