Awful

Josh pushed the keyboard away from herself and took a deep breath as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. From the moment she had returned from lunch until that moment, which had been... She glanced at the clock and saw that it was somehow only 3:15. It had been fire after fire on the project she was working on.

Three more messages came through over the handful of seconds she had been trying to decompress. Two from her boss and one from Stacy, one of the secretaries who liked to ask inane IT questions because she really didn't understand what Josh was being paid for.

Stacy: I'm having problems with my printer can you help?

You: No, in the middle of a big problem. No time.

Stacy: Please I can't print any of the reports I need to print.

Reports she needed to print. Not even things that she was putting together herself. Josh sighed and leaned back, eyes closed. "I wish my job could be so easy..."

The sensation from earlier returned and Josh was left unable to see, her eyes stuck closed. When she could open her eyes, she found herself in the office, sitting behind a desk.

No... she thought, looking around. No no no.

"Is everything alright, Ms. Moore?" Turning around, Josh saw Mr. Gonzalez, one of the managers at the company. He had been Stacy's boss.

"Yes, sir..." Josh said.

"Do you have those reports printed for me?"

"Not yet, sir. Printer problems. I just about have them figured out."

"ASAP, please." Mr. Gonzalez left, returning to his office. Josh turned her attention back in front of her, and saw an older woman, maybe in her mid-50's, sitting at the desk across the way. Rose, judging by the name plate. And behind her would be Mr. Blake.

With a sigh, Josh quickly fixed the printer and printed out the reports, hoping that the ones that were open were the only ones that Mr. Gonzalez needed. She handed them off and returned to her desk, doing work to keep herself busy for the remainder of the day.