The alarm clock went off. Jack looked at it. The time was 5:30 a.m. It was once again time. Time for a 12 hour day. This would be his sixth day in a row.
Jack got up, made the coffee and got ready. He showered, got dressed, poured a quick bowl of cereal, ate it and drank his coffee.
Jack arrived at Salt Corp….again. He parked in his usual parking spot again and entered the office building again.
He took the elevator to the 22nd floor and walked over to his office.
Before Jack entered, his boss noticed him.
“Hey Jack!” The boss shouted. “So glad that you could come in on the weekend. Normally, I would let you have the day off. But so many people are sick right now. I’m so glad that you were able to come in….”
Jack formed a fake smile. It wasn’t his best one, but it was good enough for his boss. “Anytime, Mr Murphy.” Jack said, with a nervous chuckle.
After that, Jack made a beeline to his office. While he was firing up his computer, he sighed. When am I going to get a day off?
“I’ll surely have a day off when I’m dead,” Jack quietly said to himself sarcastically.
Jack started up his email program and looked at the screen. 837 unread messages.
“This is going to take a while,” Jack sighed.
Jack began on the emails and looked at the clock. 7:05. Taking a deep sigh, a harsh reality hit him. This was going to be a long day.
©2012 K. L. Walker
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