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Victoria
“Damn it. Not again.”
I love technology. I really do. But right now? I could throw this work phone straight through my office window.
From what I heard earlier today, everyone’s tech has been glitching for the last few hours. My desk phone specifically has been cutting in and out, so I know it’s true.
I’m trying to wrap up my last few calls before I can finally leave. Of course, the one person Ineedto reach is completely unreachable.
I really need to confirm the final project deadline before tomorrow afternoon, because once he’s gone on vacation, he won’t give a shit about any of this.
Though, I’d be the same if I were in his shoes.
It’s already 7 p.m., so I know he’s probably not evenin the office anymore. Still, I tried everything from his office number to his personal cell.
Absolutely nothing.
The monotone voice just keeps repeating the same phrase on every outbound call,“Your call cannot be completed as dialed.”
This is really starting to piss me off. I put in extra time to finish this tonight so I wouldn’t have to deal with it tomorrow.
Why is it always that the second I’m finishing things up, everything suddenly decides to stop working?
Accounting isn’t for the weak. It’s just me, endlessly punching numbers into a system that picks and chooses when it feels like cooperating. Half of the time, it doesn’t.
“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself.
I log out of my computer swiftly and push back from the desk. I don’t even know why I stayed so late. I should’ve left hours ago. It’s not like I get paid overtime. I just burned my free time sitting here instead of being home.
I could’ve watched another three episodes ofJujutsu Kaisenby now.
I grab my purse and shove my phone inside,already moving toward the elevator. Once I get to it, I scan my keycard for it to open.
But instead of the doors opening, the scanner blinks red twice.
My eyes narrow at it.
Yet again, technology is being an asshole.
I try it again. And again. And every fucking time, it still flashes red.
“Fucking A.” I whisper under my breath.
I don’t even bother hiding the irritation as I turn away. I really don’t want to take the stairs, but obviously, I’m not getting the easy way out.
My heels hit the marble, clicking across it as I make my way to the stairwell door. I scan my card over this scanner and again, it flashes red.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I hover the keycard over the machine time and time again and just like the elevator, it wants to be an asshole too. I glance down at the keycard to check for any damages that could be disrupting my exit, but there’s nothing besides minor scuffs.
I pull my phone back out of my purse and scroll to maintenance in my contacts. This isn’t even the first time the tech here has gone to shit.
Marvin’s nice though. Like, actually nice. He’ll come up after hours if I ask politely.
Well, he would.. if my phone actually worked.