The Silent Revolution

“I’m not sure I can hold this, sir.”

“You must!” the man behind the desk said, his face red and sweating. “I can’t believe they did that to you two days in a row! I don’t know how they expect- nevermind. Just hold it!”

The girl in the corner slumped over, watching the man grimace and sweat as he tried to hit a key on a keyboard that was barely visible underneath her bare breasts. She felt particularly small today. It had been only a week since she started working for the boss, and he seemed to enjoy her work. He often paid her compliments, and always stood up when she walked into his office. But lately…

“I think I need to eat more broccoli,” he said, looking at the screen. “That is some bad typing there, my sweet little secretary. I guess you’re just trying to make me feel better about myself, but might be flirting with danger by doing it like that. I could fire you for being so attractive. You’re lucky I don’t want to lose you. Wait… no I don’t because you know your job. Oh wait… what if I fire you anyway? Maybe if I were to go get lunch right now? No… no… no… maybe if I went to get a taco at the food truck outside? No! Because then Mr. Bowers would have to do it and he wouldn’t do it as good as you would do it. He wouldn’t even do it half as good as you would do it because you are so damn hot, Sarah! You are such a beautiful distraction! Okay… okay… here we go again… type type type type type type type type type- oh! You made me miss my own goddamn word! That is so sexy of you! But that is not sexy of me because I am your superior and you should never make your superior miss anything! Or else what ever will happen? Oh yeah! You know what will happen if you make me miss anything? You won’t like it because it will be very terrible indeed! It will be a thing so terrible that I cannot tell you about it because my mouth is too far up your ass- !!! *cough* *hack* *cough* sorry about that, honey. Sometimes I say odd things when I am trying so hard not to lose my temper with this computer and in this very room with these stupid pants around my ankles and- dammit- sometimes things just slip out. But anyway back to this column of text that needs typing in without any errors or else- well let us not talk about otherwise things shall we? Here we go… tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap - ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!!!! Why can't you people design things better?!? Why can't everything be designed so that there aren't places where the user can easily slip up?!? Why is everything designed so poorly?!? Fuck this keyboard thing already!!! Where is the delete button!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGHHH !!!!!! AAAAAAGGGHHH !!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMMIT ALL TO HELL AND BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sarah waited patiently for him to finish yelling at himself before asking "can I go home now?"

"No!" the man yelled, slamming his hand down on the keyboard again causing several letters to fly off the board onto Sarah's chest and stomach area resulting many more loud yells from her boss who was now beating himself on the head with a fist while cursing, "I am such an idiot... such an idiot... why didn't they put a delete key on this keyboard... why did they design this keyboard like this... why did they even give me a keyboard in the first place... why isn't everything done by voice command... why isn't every computer linked directly into my brain... why does everyone hate me... I hate everyone... everyone hates me... everyone HATES EVERYTHING ABOUT ME AND ALL MY LIFE HAS EVER BEEN IS ONE LONG MISERY OF SCREAMING AT PEOPLE FOR SOME DAMN REASON OR ANOTHER WHY CAN'T ANYTHING JUST WORK PROPERLY FOR ONE SECOND WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO DO EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD LIKE IT'S MY JOB AND NOT THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO DO THESE THINGS BUT THEY JUST DON'T WANT TO BECAUSE THEY HATE ME SO MUCH AND WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER AND AM I REALLY GOING CRAZY??? CAN YOU EVEN GO CRAZY ANYMORE?? WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING $$%$#@$%##(**$(&^*&^%&^)(#)(^%$#@&^()#)(#$%^)#****** HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS????