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Resident Shitposter
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Time: 5:02 PM
Location: Office Building
Interaction: N/A
Tagging: N/A
Location: Office Building
Interaction: N/A
Tagging: N/A
Life at the office; The 'Boring One-Man Play,' or 'One-Woman' in this case. Even though most would call this monotonous or dull, Sara had a way of making the best of every moment, even with the other workers. For them, it wasn't as uninspiring with her there: The life of the offices. It was a job where you'd smile at least once a day as long as Sara didn't call in sick. To Sara, she just liked making people smile and laugh anyways and plus, an accountant just paid enough for her to survive with extra money for luxuries. Plus, her life just started. Why not make the best of it while she's young? Be that grandma everyone visits just because she's everyone's grandma.
A smile on her face everyday no matter what. Rain or shine, she has always found a reason to smile. Today was no different. She just moved in to the Suncrest building a few days ago, finally moving out of a friend's place into her own. A studio apartment, sure it was small but big enough to live in. She did her morning routine like every morning, brew a cup of coffee and let it sit for exactly a minute fifteen before adding two even scoops of sugar and one of cream, exact same amount. Then she stirs it clockwise for 30 seconds before popping the lid on and heading to her door, making sure to lock it, unlock it, lock it, unlock it and lock it again before catching the 4:45, AM, bus to the offices (after getting a shower and dressed before the coffee, also in orderly fashion). Once she gets there at exactly 4:50, she takes the stairs up to her floor, the third, and clocks in at 4:59 before heading to her desk and starting work. She basically has life down to a science like no other.
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Sara glanced up at the clock from her desk, it was a slow day for her with no explanation, but it was alright. 4:57 PM. Why was she so eager to leave? It wasn't like she hated the job or was bored. She rolled her eyes at herself, smirking, and looked to her hands, currently busy with a half finished paper crane. She carefully folded an edge over, then pulled a tad on this and. . . "Wunderbar!" She sad aloud to a perfectly done crane. As she set it back on her desk, she glanced at the clock. 4:57 PM. Wait, it didn't change? She let a sigh escape her as she rest her forehead on her desk, looking now to her feet, bouncing them together, child-like as she waited. It was itching the back of her skull, why did she want to leave so badly? Did she forget something? No. . . That can't be it. What was it then?
She raised her head up and stared at the crane with a sort of glare for, what she counted, was 121 seconds exactly. Slowly, she brought her head to the clock with the same glare. . . 4:59 PM. Good! She gathered her bag and the crane as she headed to clock out, then down the stairs. A few waves to co-workers and brisk smiles as she hurried to catch her bus for 5:05. She was early, but she waited impatiently. A sort of 'Are you kidding me?' grin on her face as she laughed at herself for freaking over nothing, but how did she know? Either way, her foot was tapping pretty fast, 3 minutes early.
A smile on her face everyday no matter what. Rain or shine, she has always found a reason to smile. Today was no different. She just moved in to the Suncrest building a few days ago, finally moving out of a friend's place into her own. A studio apartment, sure it was small but big enough to live in. She did her morning routine like every morning, brew a cup of coffee and let it sit for exactly a minute fifteen before adding two even scoops of sugar and one of cream, exact same amount. Then she stirs it clockwise for 30 seconds before popping the lid on and heading to her door, making sure to lock it, unlock it, lock it, unlock it and lock it again before catching the 4:45, AM, bus to the offices (after getting a shower and dressed before the coffee, also in orderly fashion). Once she gets there at exactly 4:50, she takes the stairs up to her floor, the third, and clocks in at 4:59 before heading to her desk and starting work. She basically has life down to a science like no other.
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Sara glanced up at the clock from her desk, it was a slow day for her with no explanation, but it was alright. 4:57 PM. Why was she so eager to leave? It wasn't like she hated the job or was bored. She rolled her eyes at herself, smirking, and looked to her hands, currently busy with a half finished paper crane. She carefully folded an edge over, then pulled a tad on this and. . . "Wunderbar!" She sad aloud to a perfectly done crane. As she set it back on her desk, she glanced at the clock. 4:57 PM. Wait, it didn't change? She let a sigh escape her as she rest her forehead on her desk, looking now to her feet, bouncing them together, child-like as she waited. It was itching the back of her skull, why did she want to leave so badly? Did she forget something? No. . . That can't be it. What was it then?
She raised her head up and stared at the crane with a sort of glare for, what she counted, was 121 seconds exactly. Slowly, she brought her head to the clock with the same glare. . . 4:59 PM. Good! She gathered her bag and the crane as she headed to clock out, then down the stairs. A few waves to co-workers and brisk smiles as she hurried to catch her bus for 5:05. She was early, but she waited impatiently. A sort of 'Are you kidding me?' grin on her face as she laughed at herself for freaking over nothing, but how did she know? Either way, her foot was tapping pretty fast, 3 minutes early.
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