Sleep don’t come easy

At home it was hard. My heart felt heavy under Jim’s word. The worrying about the result of my interview and the response from my boss Mr. Spleen. I decided to force myself to sleep and to not check the writers corner blog. I didnt want to see it. The next day I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. I went to work mentally preparing myself for my encounter with my boss. I could tell him that it was a trick. They brought me there to humiliate me. Inside I felt that I had lost. I sat there at work waiting for my boss to call me in to his office. I was looking for a sign somewhere telling me to see him. But there was nothing. It was starting to weigh heavy on my mind. I just want him to get it over with. call me in and reprimand me already. The suspense felt worse than that. But there was nothing. “How did the interview go Kohana?” Said one of the employees Becky. She was always trying to be nice to me but sometimes it felt like she was just being nosey. “It went fine” If fine means one of the worst experiences that I have ever had. I thought. I went back to my cubicle after work but on my way I saw someone. Someone I was hoping never to see again. His tall skyscraper like appearance and his piercing eyes. My stomach twist and turned I looked away from fear that I would be brought back to that moment. It was Jim.