Quake measured 5.7 on the Richter scale.
First day of the month, it's never awesome. The inevitable enticing grip of the black leather chair embraced me in a trance; the lovely act of recline. We waste much time sitting there hating work, but just won't quit. The calculator is a quite accomplishment for the unordinary man. I locked myself in a deadly war of mathematics and mental intelligence with the small square piece of metal, plastic and numerous numbers, trying to outwit the numerical master. Turned out I lost 50 - 0. I flopped out exhausted on the comforting chair, but was quick to realise it wasn't as comfortable as I hoped it would be. I lost to Mr.Calculator. Incredible how small an mechanism can outsmart you on any occasion. Humiliation. And they said I was smart.
I head back to the shoppe for a small snack. My shoes have a yellow tint and begin to wonder, "Now where did that come from?"
Small price for a hard days work.
Pops always did say:
"Foocking Toosday."
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