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opposite teams. Everything I said
to him hardly got a response, and I swear I saw him rolling his eyes at me whenever
I tried to give him advice.
    Still, having a visit from
Sandra on my birthday made me the happiest, most agreeable employee Facility Three
could hope for, so if they wanted me to train someone who didn’t like me, then so
be it. I even stayed past my shift without a complaint. Willingly!

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    Jerrol and I have been working
together for weeks with our workstations side by side, and he definitely doesn’t
want to be friends, and funnily enough I think he hates me. He’s short with me whenever
I make conversation, he rolls his eyes when I give him suggestions, and he laughs
at me behind my back. I’ve seen him do it in the reflection in the glass. How did
I end up training a new employee who hates me for no reason?
    What a prick!
    I’ve stopped going out of
my way to show him how things are done at Facility Three. If they want him trained,
they can train him themselves. I’m not a trainer, I’m a worker, and the next time
I talk to them I’m going to tell them that, and because I helped train Jerrol, I
want time taken off my work commitment. If I do anything extra from now on, I want
time taken off my work commitment. It’s like the opportunities when I was younger.
The chance to make a friend turned into nothing.
    At least I still have that
night with Sandra to think about. I think about her all the time. I replay that
night in my head during the day and before I go to bed too. I can’t wait to see
her again. Management has no idea how important she is for my sanity.

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    I didn’t even touch the cake
they sent. Not because I didn’t want to eat it—I did—but because of the idea of
Sandra seeing how good a shape I was in. All I ate was meat and anything with protein,
vegetables, very little bread, and I drank lots of coffee. Coffee was essential.
    I couldn’t wait to see her.
I’d wanted to see her every single day, but unfortunately she could only visit me
on my birthday. My birthday fell on a Sunday this year, so I didn’t have to work,
and all I did today was exercise and think about her. She was my one thing. Something
I could look forward to that would take all of my feelings of frustration from
being forced to be here and push them away, just for the time that we spent together.
    I didn’t know exactly how
it was going to happen, but I knew I wanted to delay the pleasure of the inevitable.
I would do my best to try and not to think about the end. I wanted to get there
immediately, right after she arrived, but I just didn’t want it to be over quickly.
    The knock on my door set my
heart fluttering. “Come in.”
    But no one entered, and when
I went over and opened the door no one was there. Was it a joke? Did someone really
think that was funny? Maybe it was one of those asshole supervisors who somehow
knew what was going on tonight and wanted to mess with me.
    I shut the door again, and
then there was another knock. I was going to grab whoever was screwing with me on
my birthday by the collar and beat the shit out of him. I threw the door open, intent
on doing just that, only to see Sandra standing before me, looking as stunning as
ever and laughing.
    “You, huh?”
    “Gotcha.”
    “Very funny.”
    “I thought so. May I come
in?”
    “Not without kissing me first.”
    Sandra fell into me and I
caught her. Our mouths met and stayed pressed together for a long time. I wanted
to kiss for longer when she parted from me. She turned gracefully and smiled as
she made her way across the room to set her purse on the bed.
    I watched her walk, and her
dress was amazing. It was formfitting and ruffled, a fiery red, symbolic of my lust
for her.
    “Nice,” she said, referring
to the table that was set and dinner that had been prepared. “You cooked?”
    “No,” I said, embarrassed.
“Shall we eat?”
    “Please,” she said.
    I wish I’d prepared the dinner
myself