/lit/ - Literature

This is real.
Corporation paid today. There is 30 USD less than I expected but I guess that is my fault. I went to the ATM at the gas station and withdrew the money which I will give to mom and dad. The line was long. There was a petite, brunette woman with Asian features wearing pink pajamas reading on her cell phone as she waited and I imagined her sweaty, smelly little body impacting moist flesh against mine as I squeezed her neck. The erection came with the same intensity it left when it was my turn on the machine.

I always liked the gas station, on the side of the road. Its smooth, homologous pavement stretching out beneath the cars crowding like spaceships waiting to refill the tanks to keep traveling across the highway.

It's my first paycheck in a year. The country has been hit by pandemic and social crisis and my salary is humble and I feel some pride in that. I'm good at what I do I tell myself as I order a hot dog, a precooked hamburger and a mockachino so tiny it wouldn't wake a field rat. Someone else stops and orders two coffees and I can see that the picture of my country is on the carton of the cup.

A message from my technical leader indicates the surprise delay of a list of tasks of which no one was aware. The person responsible is someone who is still in the company because when I ask whose fault it is, I am told that it is not important and that we are a team that protects itself as a single indivisible unit. VG is bad in his motivational speeches, he is as subtle as a gunshot in the middle of the night. What irritates me is the inability to take control. I want to grab him from behind and with my fingers pull his mouth.

The tasks don't seem difficult. We're basically talking about performing aggressive QA.

I think about our enemies.