My alarm went off and made me immediately land in reality. 6:30 A.M. I opened my eyes suddenly, twisted for a few moments, and grabbed my hundred with both hands. What a headache, so unbearable. My God, what discomfort! It is so overwhelming, unbearable, and nauseating. How can it be possible to have a terrible headache and not even take anything, not even a drop of alcohol? My vision was blurred, so I rubbed my eyes to focus my eyes on the ceiling. What was that? What is all this? I was quite dazed; I could not even process very well all my surroundings.
My face was a little strange, quite confused; in fact, I had a very strange dream. Wait a minute, did I say "dream"? It is very rare, unusual for me to dream about something; I really tend to be very absent-minded at times and overlook a number of things, from scenarios to people you could say; I am the absent-minded person; I got in thoughtful plan would not be so rare, unless if I can remember it that way if it would be strange and would even give me a little dread; I don't know why I'm usually so scared of the unknown, what is out of my reach, something that is not under my total control; I smiled, I'm crazy, I just moved alone to a new city, I have a new job, and everything is totally new since I don't know anything more about my family.
At that precise moment when I was about to dive deeper into my thoughts, I don't know if it was because of the headache or the mere fact that the programmed alarm sounded once again. I love it; if it wasn't for it, I wouldn't land in reality, and I would always be in a state of total transc; it's already 6:40 a.m. It's time to start the day, I said to myself just as I jumped out of bed with a mini-jump.Let's get to the fray! without wasting any more time and so it wouldn't be later than usual, I ran in, in a ball of smoke, straight to the bathroom, I finished doing everything, I even had time to fix my little bed, I took the keys and went out, making sure I closed the door behind me, I had a little deja vu, it was like I had already done, smiling, if I'm stupid, of course if I do this every day, I usually do the same ritual, so to speak, I stopped a cab and headed to work.
If it were not because I really need the money, this job is not one of my favorites; I could even say that I hate this job. My motivation and my energy were being consumed at the same time that I was giving the address to the driver; I was almost at the stop of my destination. I arrived; I still have a few minutes of time. I look at the time from five minutes to eight, and I go back to rectify not going to make my senses dare to deceive me, if indeed 7:55 am.
Let's start the day. Again, I entered. I could say that I was almost dragging my feet, as I would give what I do not have to stay in my house, in my warm sheets, but well, who am I going to fool? I need the money; it is this or do other things that I do not even consider. Entering and passing through the corridors, my smile was neutralized, and then, as always and evmorning in such a way, cheerful and effusive greeting me, with the warmest and feel support of really interested me, and as I was, is all a love without a doubt.
Hello, Mrs. Mirs, Did you know that you are one of the people I like the most in this place? I told her in a joking tone, filtering all the good mood that perhaps I still contained in my body. I know, and of that I have no doubt. Victoria, you are a great girl; she answered me with that warm smile of hers; it made me smile, I'm not going to lie. See you later, Mrs. Mirs. She nodded. As I was walking away, I half shouted to her between the corridors, and she nodded and smiled again. Now the least I want are problems with my boss.
I quickly head to my workplace. I hope the day goes by as fast as possible. I sighed. I concentrated on my daily work. My boss showed up. It can't be too early yet. What does he want now? To my office, now what I was missing, I thought and sighed to myself, Victoria, I want to talk to you. In my office, I will wait for you as soon as possible; Victoria, don't delay. I want to check a new merchandise entry, and I think the numbers are not giving the same results. And how I hate him so. Rrogant, I will be there in a moment. I told him that away, got away, Victoria, or did he not hear me? I kept silent; it was the best I could. Hed left, and behind his back I could not help but give him a dirIfook; if it were not for the security cameras abhead, my head, I am absolutely sure I would have pulled his ton. Out, I smiled at the thought. I stop what I am doing and head to the office, or to the podium of the YouMr. You do everything. wrong, I am your boss, and I have absolute control of your life and your time.
Entering hell, I mean, the distinguished office of my esteemed boss, I will be a little more careful. I have bills to pay, and I usually speak out loud and don't notice any of it until after I say it. You tell me what I'm good for, sir. I stood in front of his desk with my hands clasped behind my back. I had no plans for a long and overwhelming conversation, so I better not sit down.
Victoria, he continued, I have your billing reports for the previous month, yes, and? Geez, I must control my voice modulation. I knew right away that the stupid; he made a dumbfounded face and followed this with a raised eyebrow. Bad, baldy, you don't have a hair on your head, you bastard. I smiled slightly. Youtoria, you see Victoria; that happens, I understand. I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn't pay any attention to him; every time he wanted to annoy the existence, he called me to his office. Even so this report is as perfect and impeccable as possible, there are almost always two variables: number one, or one less registration number of a piece of furniture, and on the other hand, number two, a price that has not yet been registered, and knowing how greedy he usually is and how little I know him, I could say, I could even swear that it is for the first side, so I risk it.
Sir, the entry of the last merchandise was about one hundred and two, to be exact, and about forty-four were dispatched; that gives a total of fifty-eight pieces of furniture that are still in the warehouse. Do you understand that? I wanted to handle my tone with subtlety so that it would not appear hostile, yes, he answered, but here I get about fifty-seven, that is to say that I am still missing one piece of furniture, one less piece of furniture, a sofa to be exact. I understand what you are saying, but if you read the report there, I detail that piece of furniture. sofa He interrupted me, shortening my tiny patience. sofa, I said to keep calm, you said you would go to repairs, and as if it were an inner voice, something that told me what to do in that instant, I looked around the office. Isn't that the sofa that is in that corner? I pointed with my finger, and he followed it with his eyes. I think it is the poker face I just made. Add something else to the long list in my head: greedy, stupid, and now blind—a complete combo, sir. Since this is solved, what about my overtime? He laughed, and overtime he said with irony, Yes, of course, I am entitled to it for helping to decorate your office. I said crossing my arms; that is your sole and only duty; it is exclusively your decorator's duty. Apart from the fact that I have performed tasks outside my office hours, that is still up for discussion; you may leave. The stupid man told me without further ado, I went out and closed the door behind me. Cretin, and that wasn't just to myself; I'm sure I said it out loud.
This day has been so miserable; I don't know why I am still working in this place if I don't even like it. I should have chosen to follow my dreams; I could have done it when I had the chance. Even though I was called to work in this place, definitely following my dreams would have been much better than to endure the bad treatment and work impertinence from my stupid boss. Victoria, are you paying attention to what I have told you? His voice brought me out of my thoughts. Yes, sir, yes, sir, I have listened. Thenly, then you may leave, exclaimed. my boss. Whated, what a deja vu, or was it thought, thought, and that? I thought I had already left office, but office, this time realizing my true reality if I left his office, the miser I said between my teeth. I simply asked him for my due payment for my overtime, to work swe;t, work, if they were eaget, to get I would be somewhere else eve; better, oh, my friends, friends the future, how much I love them, I said with a melancholic tone surbyded with a shadow of sarcasm.
I put myself in my position to pass the bill to the sales that had already been made and the furniture that I still had in stock; it will turn out great. At least I try to be optimistic; from this day on, nothing can be worse of this, I am totally sure.
I hope I can go home now. I hope to rest. I have a headache, overwork that is definitely, and on the other hand, my stingy boss who did not pay me what was due to me, but what a misfortune life is. Good thing I can rest from his bitter presence for a few hours. I hope I have not left anything with this hurry, with which I hope not to go back in.
Goodbye, Mrs. Mirs, Try to keep my tone; she is a great lady, and I do not want to speak badly to her, much less worry her. I think it has not worked at all; it is as if she knew me more than someone else. If I can say so, I do not have a great social life to boast about.
Good evening, Victoria. She told me with the same warm tone as always, but she seemed a little more worried than usual. Maybe she is also tired; anyone would be tired of putting up with such a mediocre and impertinent boss. Be careful with going out to the avenue; the vehicles are very fast. Yes, she was definitely very worried. It is remarkable how fond she is of me. I don't think I have earned it, but there is no doubt that she is. That is the truth.
I'll keep that in mind. Thanks. Nice night. Try to smile to make the short moment more enjoyable and pleasant. She deserves no less; she is a sweetheart of a person. I want to spread light like her; she leaves everything as glowing as the floors or this whole building, in a general sense, even beyond the physical.
How nice you are, Mrs. Mirs. The concierge is one of the most pleasant faces around here and one of the ones I will certainly miss when I leave, that's for sure. I turned again to see her face in the distance while I walked a bit in a hurry towards the exit, the exit of my momentary freedom.
The night feels a little strange; I don't know if it's my ideas or stress, but it does feel a little different; the sky, for example, has n stars; it's as if the night is still not shining. I take out my headphones to listen to music and make the trip shorter. I don't know at what moment I was distracted by the sky or maybe with the cell . phone; I only know that there was a big light next to me, and I felt a sharp blow, an impact with the ground. There were many people around me, but I didn't hear well. Even my boss was there. There were unknown faces around me. Mrs. Mirs was looking at me worried. I wanted to talk to her, but I started to feel a deep sleep. I don't know at what moment it happened. I only know that I closed my eyes for a few minutes.
Oh my God, and when I opened them again, I don't know what happened. I didn't feel a headache. I got up curiously; there was no one around me. I got up; that was quite strange. Well, I crossed the avenue this time carefully, and I would go to my house. Then walking, I found everything so different. I don't know why I am on this side. I had sworn I would get to my house, crossing corners and bending the sidewalks. I had lost my way. I don't know now if my head hurts. I will walk a little more, and then I will sit down to think.
I walked what seemed to be enough, and in front of me stood an imposing abandoned building, a structure that was hidden among the weeds and time. Strangely, I had not noticed it before, and its presence piqued my intrigue. What secrets might it harbor within its forgotten walls? Sitting on a hard stone outside, I pondered for about ten seconds before deciding: Why not explore the unknown?
Upon entering, surprise enveloped me. Although the exterior showed the ravages of neglect, the architectural design of the interior was unexpectedly striking. Hallways adorned with dimly lit chandeliers created a mysterious atmosphere. As I closed my eyes, I perceived rooms emanating glimmers of light from their half-open doors. I was static, as if I knew this place somehow.
As I moved forward, I noticed that, despite the obvious deterioration, the floor showed traces of dampness and cobwebs adorned the corners. The doors, however, stood the test of time with a strange dignity. I decided to take three steps toward a door with an engraved number. Wiping it with my hand, I discovered the number three marked on it. Logic would suggest starting with one, but this building seemed to defy modern conventions with its own design. Curiosity continued to guide me, and I stepped into the unfamiliar room marked with the number three. What secrets lay behind these numbered doors? Uncertainty mixed with excitement as I continued to explore this forgotten corner in search of answers I may never have imagined finding.
Vicnia Alendy Contreras
