I was at work, buried under a mountain of paperwork that seemed never-ending. The hours stretched on as I frantically sorted, signed, and stamped documents, desperately trying to chip away at the pile. Just as I felt the weight of exhaustion setting in, one of my close friend walked in, a welcome distraction from the chaos. In his hands were two large glasses of ice-cold lemonade.
“Looks like you’re swamped,” he said with a grin, handing me one of the frosty glasses.
“Yeah,” I replied, taking a grateful sip. “They’ve really got my nose to the grindstone these days.”
He sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Well, you know how it is,” he said, leaning back. “First week after a promotion is always rough. They’ll ease up on you after this week. Just hang in there.”
His reassurance was comforting, but before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up and heard the panicked voice of one of my assistants. Her words hit me like a cold splash of water: “The boss said if you don’t finish your work by the end of the day, you’ll be fired!”
For a moment, I was frozen, stunned by the urgency of her message. Then, adrenaline kicked in, and I started filling out forms frantically, my hands flying across the papers like a whirlwind. I could already hear the boss’s unmistakable footsteps echoing down the hallway, each step a countdown to disaster. My heart raced as I realized I was in a race against time, my career hanging by a thread.
I was racing against time, and just when i wished for a miracle to happen, my boss entered the room fuming. “WELL?” he said, spit flying out of his mouth ” ARE YOU DONE?”. “no” i mumbled with my head down. I closed my eyes awating the fury that would be unleashed upon me. But it did not come. I raised my head slowly, still trembling, and saw that my friend and boss were laughing histericly.