My day so far #2
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was under it. While attempting to extract myself from the boxspring’s grasp I was attacked by a band of voracious dust bunnies, that were obviously high on goofers.
No quarter was I shown by the merciless ways of the marauding dust bunnies. They removed my upper limbs and replaced them with prosthetic arms fashioned from bed lint, cat hair and not a few lost socks. Needless to say, scraping frost off the windshield proved somewhat difficult.
Arriving at work on time, I was unable to find my beloved cubicle. In a well-intentioned, but ill-planned cost-cutting move, accounting had combined our department with a local Farmers Market. I was now stationed with Amish pies and day-old scones. The back-end programmers were to be found with cheese and homemade soaps.
Staring languidly out the window, I noticed that the clouds were forming the exact patterns of the Rorschach inkblot test. I was stuck pondering card cloud 23 when a voice on the loudspeaker announced that a fire drill was taking place and would we quietly leave our Halo 2 games long enough to form a line outside?
We waited outside as the fire department arrived in what proved to be not a drill after all. The flames engulfed our peach crate cubicles and the smell of rosemary oil and burning CRTs filled our stinging nostrils.

