Perspective from My Bullet-Proof Box

A day in my life as a bank teller. Really A.D.D. most of the time.

 

Kicked back, watching leaves swirl in the wind from my bullet-proof box.

Laughing at the dry cleaner across the street, hanging precariously on the edge of his roof, trying to string up icecicle christmas light along his building.

Listening to my playlist, relaxing to O Fortuna.

Thinking of a plot for weekend domination, screw world domination.

Cursing about an occasional problem customer that comes to my bullet-proof box.

Oh look, I made a paper-crane. Watch it fly, oh, nevermind.

Buzz buzz, I have a text. 

Sigh. Just a facebook update.

Brew some coffee, drink a Dew, spin in my chair.

Try to kill random bug on my window with mind powers.

Damn, didn't work.

Oh, milfy she-wolf huntress, I'm liking this job.

Look, a kitty. Hi kitty. Bye kitty.

Counting down the minutes til quitting time.

Damn, last minute customers.

Time to go?

Hell yes!

Lock up the box, and take off for the night.

 

Reviews

[TBird J.]

I hate those temptress facebook update texts- very relatable and enjoyable!