Worst Day Ever

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So, the other day I spoke to you guys about prompts.  At the end of the post I asked you all for a prompt.  One person gave me one.  The prompts was, “There’s a fly in my coffee”.  I took this prompt and made the following 500 words story.  This is something I do to readlly get my creative juices flowing.  It may not be the best story, but it’s something to get me going!  Try it sometime.  I’m alway up for more prompts, so feel free to add one in the comment section below!

I woke up late today.  I didn’t have time to make coffee.  I could tell this day was not going to go well for me.  It would be even worse for those around me since I didn’t get some coffee.  I decided to stop and grab some on my way to work.  Every red light in the city seemed to have my name on it.  Someone knew I was running late and they had marked me for this agonizing torture.

I finally made it to the coffee shop.  Instead of a plain black coffee, I decided to spice it up a bit and order something else.  I figured I needed it for the morning I was having.  They quickly had my order ready and I continued on my way to work.

I opened the vent in the lid on my coffee to allow the steam to escape and hopefully cool it down so I could drink it.  I put the pedal to the metal and made it to work on time.  I grabbed my briefcase and my coffee, got out of the car, and made my way into the building.

My coworkers tried to talk to me and make the obligatory “good morning” small talk, but I wasn’t having any of it.  I ignored them and went directly to my office.  I couldn’t chance opening my mouth before I drank my coffee.  I sat my coffee down, opened my briefcase, and got out the paperwork that I needed to start the day.  I turned my computer on and got my desk situated so that I could begin.  I took the lid off of my coffee and there it was.  There was a fly in my coffee.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”  I shouted.  After I’d done it I felt embarrassed and hoped that no one had heard me.  I pushed the door to shut it.  Apparently I didn’t know my own strength because the door slammed with a loud thud.

Everyone was staring.  My boss came out of his office next door to mine and marched to my door.  He entered without knocking.  I could tell that he wasn’t happy.

 “Devin, is everything okay?”  he asked, frowning.

“Yes sir, I’m fine,”   I replied.  I really wasn’t.  I needed my coffee.  I prayed that he wouldn’t stay long.  I didn’t want to lose my job over my lack of caffeine.

 “Good, because I’ve got a project that needs to be done by noon and I’m going to put you on it,” he said.

 I wasn’t going to have it.  “I’m not going to do it sir.  You’ll have to give it to someone else.  I’m tired of being your garbage dump.”  I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth.

“If that’s how you feel Devin, you can go back home,” the boss said angrily.

 I gathered my belongings and left the office.  I left the coffee with the fly.

 I’ll never leave home without my coffee again.

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