swiggity swaang I’m Avatar Aang
OKAY WHO BROUGHT THIS BACK
It has been nineteen hours since it began. I have to write this. I pray no one reads it, but still I write. It won’t stop unless I do. It might not even stop then.
I work in customer service, for starters. The job is shit but it pays the bills. If you hate having to call customer service, don’t worry. They hate talking to you, too.
The company I worked at doesn’t matter. What does matter is they advertized twenty-four hour service that doesn’t stop for anything. That means somebody has to pull the night shift. And this week, that sorry sucker has been me.
My building is old; like 70’s old. I think it was originally a factory office building. It’s on the outskirts of town, buried within an industrial area. At night they turn off all the lights except the ones in the production floor to save energy. There’s a single security guard, myself and two other service reps. Calls are few. We don’t work in close quarters. I’m surrounded by rows and rows of half-cubes. We’re not important enough to warrant full cubicles. My two colleagues are on the other side of the room from where I sit. I don’t see them much, unless one of them gets up to go to the bathroom or some such. We’re all half-asleep; we don’t really see or acknowledge one another.
I usually play solitaire. Not on the computer, I prefer the cards. But I’m sure you don’t care about that. My name is Samuel Roper-Jaukhin. Weird name, I know. I’m 39. This job is all I know how to do. I get daily calls from my mother, even though I hate her and I think she knows it. I live in a tiny apartment. I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t had one in years. Not that it matters anymore.
These late night shifts have been getting to me. I try not to go to the bathroom myself because the hallways are literally so dark you can’t see a damn thing. I know that I shouldn’t care about stupid kid shit like that, but it’s unnerving. The end of the hallway is so black it may as well not be there. Once I was in that hallway when the air conditioner kicked in. From the blackness at the end of the hallway came a groan like something years dead now finally able to express its misery. I immediately turned around and went back to the production floor. I stayed there till the end of my shift, ignoring how much I needed to take a piss.
Sleep isn’t important.
Wasn’t I just drawing Rabbit in a similar pose? Spooky!
Tumblr law: Always reblog the queen.
If you don’t have this on your blog at least once, get out.
All hail queen Chloe
The notes holy shit
I miss Amon…
He was the greatest villain ever,
Just fighting for what he believed,
But couldn’t help who he really was…
This little girl
Is going to grow up
And find out
About all of these
And spend her life
What the fuck happened
Because you little shits
Cannot contain yoursleves