3. Woke to the Smell of Fish Fingers
Everything was off.
My alarm didn’t go off this morning.
The unbranded wireless charger work got me for my birthday was a charred lump on the floor.
Must’ve melted overnight. Blown a fuse. The whole flat was dark. My fish fingers had defrosted. Could smell them.
No coffee anywhere, so I slapped myself.
Got to work late. The boss was at reception. Tried to sneak past. He noticed.
I don’t like being watched. Used to be important. Had an office. A view. A cactus.
“Afternoon, Jolon. Where’s that report?”
Prick.
“The power went out,” I said. True. But not relevant.
He didn’t say anything. Just waved me away.
Stopped by the pantry for a quick coffee. Got to my desk around 11:30.
My inbox was a mess. Deleted most of it without reading.
Lunch was a Pret ham and cheese, hovering over the keyboard.
Someone had left a packet of chocolate digestives unattended. I ate them.
Left early. Had the fish fingers for dinner.
I’ll start that report tomorrow.