I'm an ordinary person who's had a bit of bad luck. The one time in my life my luck finally turned around was when I found a job after graduation that paid well, was easy, and was close to home.
My direct supervisor is a high-energy cool guy who wears a black suit and sunglasses every day, like the boss's bodyguard.
The IT guy is a shut-in, hopelessly obsessed with busty cute girls. Every day, he calls a body pillow his wife.
Then there's Sister V, my lunch buddy. For some reason, she loves pairing high heels with skin-tight clothes. I admit she has a fantastic figure, but that's not appropriate work attire.
Whatever. What working person doesn't go a little crazy? My coworkers just have some odd fetishes. It's not like they're killing anyone, so let them be.
Then I ran into the biggest crisis I'd faced since graduation: the company was going to lay people off.
To prove my worth, I showed up on time, worked hard, and even pulled an unprecedented overtime shift. Man, it's hard just to stay alive.
Ring, ring
I took out my phone and glanced at it. It was the boss. But it was already ten thirty. Damn slave driver.
I wiped the blood off my face and, sitting amid the ruins of the explosion, pitched my voice high. "Boss, it's so late. What can I do for you?"
The boss paused, then said in a very serious voice, "I'll raise your salary, give you a bonus, and enroll you in social insurance."
"How about we make a deal? Could you stop trying to kill me?"
Theme: People should have dreams
