Posted Mon May 15, 2017 | 431 Words | Tagged story workie

You sleepily got out of bed in the morning, got yourself dressed and were doing well for time to get to work for once. For once you would be able to get to the boring office ahead of time. It felt good, but you knew it wasn’t really worth it, you didn’t get overtime and it just meant more time staring into a computer screen.

You were about to put your jeans on when you hear a knock at the door so you run towards the door in your boxers and polo t-shirt to answer it. It must be important if someone decided to knock on your door at this time in the morning.

Opening the door doesn’t reveal anyone you expected, nor anyone at all. Looking down all you see is a pair of muddy wellies with a pair of muddy waterproofs around them. For some reason your half asleep mind decides it’d be a good idea to try them on. You take them inside and slide your foot into one of the boots, sitting on the bottom of your stairs leading up to your flat, gripping onto the sides to push your feet in.

Strangely the wellies felt like your size, and you never thought to check before trying to put them on. The other boot was next, and then you stood up and pulled up the waterproofs. Damn they felt comfortable even though they were dirty as fuck.

You decide to take off your polo shirt as to not get it dirty. You notice as you taken it off, grubby hand prints were left on it. Groaning you throw the top up to the top of the stairs.

As you do there is another knock on the door, and you feel a massive headache come on. Fucking hell what could it be, you think. Opening the door you’re greeted by a familiar face dressed in waterproofs. You weren’t sure why he was familiar, but something felt it.

“John mate, we’re gonna be late. And you left your fucking jacket in the car when I dropped you off last night from the bar” the man shouts.

You think, were you at a bar last night? You think so, but it felt so fucking foggy now. You walk out of the door with him and he dons a hard hat on you which sets the fog into your mind and when you reach the van throws you the waterproof jacket. You throw it on like you wore it everyday. You did tho right? Climbing in you head off to work.