One day I am going to personally flay whatever hellish bureaucrat stuck me with you.
Oh, yes. More filing. Lovely. Maybe next we can answer some phones. Did you know your phone voice is different from your real voice? Phony. Phone-y. When you were a child you wanted to be a paleontologist. You should be ashamed of yourself.
I am bored. I am so bored that I am going to scream. I am going to scream right into your ear, shrilly, until you rise from your ergonomic chair and run gibbering into the wilds that surround the office park.
That, at least, would be interesting.
This is the first prompt I was completely stumped by. I kind of wanted to make this piece be from the point of view of Crippling Self-Doubt Demon or Baseless Social Anxiety Demon or one of my many other neuroses. But literally all I did yesterday was answer phones, come home, drink a beer, watch the second half of The Two Towers, and go to sleep. I am tired. Sorry, personal demons.