{"sf1_id":973574,"sf2_id":"4nAPpAml","title":"Writing Exercise - Office Politics","author":"lykanprince","words":861,"posted_at":"2016-03-08T15:44:00.000Z","tags":["Cheetah","Office","Wolf","exercise","writing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/973574-writing-exercise-office-politics","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAPpAml","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3f/40/3f406a0e-4c79-4a91-9844-fe9036d4ec62","description":"#3 of Writing Exercises\n\nHere's another 'writing exercise' for you. It's mainly pieces of unfinished stories but it's better that I post them rather than delete them. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish a story at some point this year. Anyway, this is actually coming an unfinished BDSM submission that I was trying to write. Notice this is more furry than the last two pieces. Anyway, I appreciate the comments anyone gives me. Thanks for your time and enjoy! ^_^","content":"I understand, Ma'am and thank you for--\", I groaned as the call ended with the customer yelling profanities in a language I could barely understand. I took a moment to take in the receiver's dull tone before I clicked the line off on the multichannel phone. Another satisfied customer, I sarcastically thought to myself. This was the fifth call I've been through that ended this way. I rubbed my temples gently as my head pounded in a rhythmic fashion. All I wanted was this day to be over. Instinctively, I drew the mouse to the bottom right of my computer screen to check the time and, as a sigh of relief, I found I only had two hours left until I was able to clock out for the day. It would be the longest two hours of my life.\n\nIt's not that I didn't like this job. It has a decent pay and good benefits. The problem was that I didn't like I had this job. Being a college graduate and searching for two years, it was sure luck that I had gotten this job. That didn't make me feel any better. I didn't get this job out of confidence, it was out of desperation.\n\nI sighed softly as I pulled the headset off and placed it on the phone. I took the time to look over my cubicle. Unlike everyone else's cubicle which had nicknacks and interesting things plastered on their walls, I just had my work files and pencils. The only thing that stood out was a small framed picture of myself, my mom and my dad at my college graduation, myself smiling as I held that degree with pride. I groaned again once more. Here I was, a wolf from a family of hardworking wolves who was stuck doing menial work because he couldn't find anything else available. Sometimes, I stare at that picture and wondered 'what went wrong?'\n\nTwo coworkers laughing in the distance brought me out of my melodramatic daze. I felt stupid thinking it. I did have a job! That's what matters, right? A paycheck and benefits matters more than anything else, right? I wish I believed that. I shook my head trying to get out of this negative stint and decided upon getting off my butt for a moment.\n\nI looked over to my supervisor sitting in the cubicle next to mine. She was a pretty cheetah with some delicate features. She usually put some color highlights in her fur to accommodate a special occasion. Today was red and white for her favorite football team winning the seasonal playoffs. She was typing away at an email as I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to me and smiled. \"Yes, Luke?\"\n\n\"I'm going to head to the bathroom. Is that okay?\" This would be the second bathroom break I had today. Nothing mattered more to our managers than to have us working constantly at our desks but we're still people and needing ten minutes to stretch your legs was a good way to keep yourself from feeling stilted. She nodded politely like she always did but noticed my face looking odd. \"Is everything okay? You don't look well,\" I appreciated her concern and shook my head. \"I think my lunch was bad. So, I'm feeling the side effects from that.\" I made a dramatic showing of pain as I held onto my stomach. She laughed slightly and smiled at me before turning back to her emails. I sighed softly as I got up from my desk and walked over to the bathroom.\n\nWalking to the bathroom was a task in and of itself. As I walked past the front door, being that the bathrooms were just past it, it did take all of my willpower to not run out of there. I didn't know why I felt this way. As I locked myself in and stood at the sink to face the mirror, I realized what my supervisor was talking about. I looked like a mess. My fur was disheveled, I felt dirty and stinky even though I did take a shower in the morning and my buttoned-down shirt had light stains of ketchup from the burger I ate for lunch. I groaned again as I splashed some water on my face to try to make myself more presentable and at least more awake.\n\n_Having a job is better than not having one_. I scoffed as I heard those words from my father repeat in my head. Yes, having a job is better than nothing but if you're not getting anything out of it then what is the use? That's my problem. I'm not feeling as accomplished as I should be. My family was always successful; hell, my sister has a decent job working as a teacher and being a teacher sucks, in my humble opinion. At least, she feels proud doing it. What I'm doing is no better than shoveling shit at a farm.\n\nI shook my head once more to get rid of any negative thoughts. \"C'mon, Luke. Just a couple more hours and you're out,\" I spoke quietly at the mirror.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Writing Exercises","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/973570-writing-exercise-the-void.json"}}