Post by Ellie on Mar 22, 2005 16:26:25 GMT -5
Tammy had worked in the warehouse mailing room for five years. She had an easy job, sending out the mail. Today was a very big day. She had a shitload of mail to send out. She stood there looking at the pile of fliers and the empty envelopes. She then looked at the board by the door. Her assistant had called in.
“Damn,” she said.
She went over and started her computer, typed in the password and waited for the programs to download. She stared at the screen and the blinking error message.
“Ohhhh no.” She went over to the phone and punched in the office number. “Carl I need some help.” She looked at the computer. “It’s flashing an error message. What do you mean you can’t fix it? I have a pile of mail to be sent out. A huge pile of mail.” She turned her eyes to the pile. “I’ll have to do it by hand.” She sighed. “Fine can you get someone out here as soon as you can? Thank you.” She hung up the phone.
She pulled her computer chair over to the table with the mail on it, and sat herself down. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She started in folding the fliers. There must have been about seventy-five of them. As soon as she was done she looked at the pile of empty envelopes.
She got up, and walked out of the small mailroom, and into the main warehouse. She then turned into a smaller office. Norma was typing away at her little secretary desk. Tammy got her cup and filled it at the water cooler. She drank in the cold water. Norma stopped and turned her chair just a bit.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” Tammy said.
“Sucks about your assistant. You should find yourself one who is more reliable.”<br>
“Been thinking about that most of the morning.”<br>
“I’d help you with your mailing, but Jeners has me busy this morning. He gave me a million things to type out for him.”<br>
Tammy put her cup on the microwave. “That’s okay Norma. Thanks anyway. I got some envelopes to stuff.”<br>
So she went back into her mailroom, and turned on the adhesive machine. It beeped twice and then frizzled out. Dark smoke rolled out of it. Gary from the warehouse ran in with the fire-extinguisher. He had been teaching safety classes to all the new employees and wanted to use his abilities. The smoke died out, and she stopped Gary before he could soak her machine.
“Damn,” she said. “This is so not my day.”<br>
She shewed Gary away. And sat down and started stuffing the envelopes. She started making piles of them. When she was done, she looked at the stacks. She can’t believe she was going to have to lick each one. She got a bulk tray and started in.
The glue tasted stale and bitter. She licked until her tongue went numb. She had finally finished. Tongue void of feeling she got them ready for the mailman. Later after the mail was gone, and the feeling in her tongue came back she realized that she had gotten a paper cut. Her tongue throbbed dully.
“I can’t believe this,” she said looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her tongue throbbed giving her a headache.
A few days later instead of her tongue getting better it started to swell up. And made it hard for her to swallow or talk. It was also turning purple. She had to go to the doctor, there wasn’t an option.
She sat there as the doctor looked at her confused. “You got this from licking envelopes?”<br>
“Yeth,” she said.
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”<br>
“Yeth.”<br>
He sent her to do some lab tests. And called her as soon as he got in the results. She then found herself lying on an operation table. “This won’t hurt a bit,” the surgeon said putting her to sleep.
“There is something in the tongue. We have to drain it,” the surgeon said.
With her mouth opened they extracted the bloated purple thing that used to be her tongue. One of the nurses made a harsh noise as something inside the tongue started to move. It had to be more then one thing, ‘cause the skin danced.
The surgeon’s hands wobbled a little. He had never seen anything like this. He made a small incision. “Okay,” but before he could finish millions of little bugs swarmed from the small hole in her tongue. He dropped the scalpel and no one heard it as everyone let out screams of revolution. The little cockroaches ran off the table and scattered on the floor. Some of the staff tried to stomp on them, while others stood still frightened.
“Damn,” she said.
She went over and started her computer, typed in the password and waited for the programs to download. She stared at the screen and the blinking error message.
“Ohhhh no.” She went over to the phone and punched in the office number. “Carl I need some help.” She looked at the computer. “It’s flashing an error message. What do you mean you can’t fix it? I have a pile of mail to be sent out. A huge pile of mail.” She turned her eyes to the pile. “I’ll have to do it by hand.” She sighed. “Fine can you get someone out here as soon as you can? Thank you.” She hung up the phone.
She pulled her computer chair over to the table with the mail on it, and sat herself down. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She started in folding the fliers. There must have been about seventy-five of them. As soon as she was done she looked at the pile of empty envelopes.
She got up, and walked out of the small mailroom, and into the main warehouse. She then turned into a smaller office. Norma was typing away at her little secretary desk. Tammy got her cup and filled it at the water cooler. She drank in the cold water. Norma stopped and turned her chair just a bit.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” Tammy said.
“Sucks about your assistant. You should find yourself one who is more reliable.”<br>
“Been thinking about that most of the morning.”<br>
“I’d help you with your mailing, but Jeners has me busy this morning. He gave me a million things to type out for him.”<br>
Tammy put her cup on the microwave. “That’s okay Norma. Thanks anyway. I got some envelopes to stuff.”<br>
So she went back into her mailroom, and turned on the adhesive machine. It beeped twice and then frizzled out. Dark smoke rolled out of it. Gary from the warehouse ran in with the fire-extinguisher. He had been teaching safety classes to all the new employees and wanted to use his abilities. The smoke died out, and she stopped Gary before he could soak her machine.
“Damn,” she said. “This is so not my day.”<br>
She shewed Gary away. And sat down and started stuffing the envelopes. She started making piles of them. When she was done, she looked at the stacks. She can’t believe she was going to have to lick each one. She got a bulk tray and started in.
The glue tasted stale and bitter. She licked until her tongue went numb. She had finally finished. Tongue void of feeling she got them ready for the mailman. Later after the mail was gone, and the feeling in her tongue came back she realized that she had gotten a paper cut. Her tongue throbbed dully.
“I can’t believe this,” she said looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her tongue throbbed giving her a headache.
A few days later instead of her tongue getting better it started to swell up. And made it hard for her to swallow or talk. It was also turning purple. She had to go to the doctor, there wasn’t an option.
She sat there as the doctor looked at her confused. “You got this from licking envelopes?”<br>
“Yeth,” she said.
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”<br>
“Yeth.”<br>
He sent her to do some lab tests. And called her as soon as he got in the results. She then found herself lying on an operation table. “This won’t hurt a bit,” the surgeon said putting her to sleep.
“There is something in the tongue. We have to drain it,” the surgeon said.
With her mouth opened they extracted the bloated purple thing that used to be her tongue. One of the nurses made a harsh noise as something inside the tongue started to move. It had to be more then one thing, ‘cause the skin danced.
The surgeon’s hands wobbled a little. He had never seen anything like this. He made a small incision. “Okay,” but before he could finish millions of little bugs swarmed from the small hole in her tongue. He dropped the scalpel and no one heard it as everyone let out screams of revolution. The little cockroaches ran off the table and scattered on the floor. Some of the staff tried to stomp on them, while others stood still frightened.