"Brandy? Brandy! Wake up!"

My eyes open wide in a panicked frenzy. I find myself staring at Ms Garcia. She's hell of an uptight bitch and unfortunately, she's also my immediate superior. Her eyes narrow at me, giving her signature glare of disapproval that makes that mole on her cheek pop out even more. Ugh, how disgusting.

"I would appreciate it if you stop falling asleep at your desk! I know you had to pull an all-nighter yesterday here in the office but if I catch you dozing off one more time I'm going to write you up, do you understand?"

"Yes Ms Garcia," I gulp and look down as she finally relents, satisfied that I'm submitting to her power.

"Bitch," I seethe quietly showing her back the end of my middle finger as she walks off. Obviously the only reason why I had to stay back was because my incompetent fool of a boss, Ms Gar-do-this-for-me-cia couldn't handle her paperwork and expected me to wipe her ass. Now she's giving me shit for it too?

I banish all thoughts of petty vengeance from my head with a careful shake. There's no point working myself up over something so trivial, especially when my anger ruins me more than her. Sighing, I resign myself back to the piece of paper in front of me. Life is so boring as a paper jockey. In the lazier afternoons of the work week, I often wonder where I had gone wrong in life to end up in a dead end job here. A career in administration is the shittiest of all careers; I even put a gun to my head once thanks to the unnecessary stress and a toxic working environment, but fortunately or unfortunately, I didn't have the guts to pull the trigger.