The morning after the graveyard cluster fuck was hectic. I had slept later than I had hoped to, I suppose I was more tired than I realized after the zombie fighting escapade. The entire morning went by in a rush, ending with me skidding into work right at the buzzer. The files my boss wanted back in his office first thing this morning were still in the cart and no other demands for files had come in yet so before I could even boot up the computer on my sad little desk, I was rolling the cart on to the elevator and heading up to the fourth floor. He was already there, seated behind his huge mahogany desk, engaged in a terse phone call. He waved me in and gestured to the table set along the far wall. Rolling the cart to the table, I stack the files on one end, sorting them back into the stacks they had been in when I picked them up the previous afternoon. When I was finished, I nodded to the man and smiled as he dismissed and disregarded me with another lazy wave. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would say if he knew I was heroically fighting the walking dead a mere eight to twelve hours before delivering his much needed files. The thought had me laughing all the way back down to the basement where I parked my trusty cart and finally moved to the desk to push the button and bring the whine of the computer to life. And so begins another day in the file filled basement of Miertech, Inc.
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