Woke up late this morning, my alarm never went off.
Shoved a granola bar down my throat and rushed to Starbucks.
Walked into a stranger and spilled my boss’s coffee all over myself.
Overworked and underpaid for someone that happened to be overpaid and underworked.
Walked into office with my hair a mess, my shirt all stained and a headache.
Twenty two year old intern, new on the job, on the lowest rung of the food chain.
Doing as told, and then bam, the printer broke.
Tried to fix it. But in vain.
The boss gave me hell, she never showed me any mercy.
I ended up working alone that night, cold and hungry.
The coffee machine refused to work for me.
It’s like my office has a vendetta against me.