Another day, Another struggle

The constant around of keyboard warriors going click click click conquered the land of dull, marking their territory. Each warrior, mighty and proud stood head strong challenging all pages who come their way! With a mighty battle cry from their annoying ass boss, each fighter manned their fightining positions at once.

'Keep the computers loaded! Hooooold down the front line!'

Orders were given, she felt her hands begin to sweat as numbers after boring ass numbers riddled the screen, its brightness beginning ro take effect as the poor Valkyrie felt her head begin to sweat and her spirit start to drain. But 'Nay!' she would say, 'It shall take more than another Monday to best thy beauty! I shall not be thwarted, I shall prevaaaaiiiil!'

Her eyes glared at her final obstacle, the worst of the worst, the embodiment of every high schoolers worst nightmare, the files regarding the company's tax revenue! 'Egad, i-it can't be! You were banashed last April, I made sure of if! How can this be?'

'Har Har Har!' Said the file with a most malicious smirk, 'I told ye yerv' not seen the last of me!' It cackled, enjoying every second of this moment. 'For I have returned more powerful than ever before!'

'Never, I bested ye before, I shall do so again!' And with that, the Valkryie drew all of hed strength, every ounce of focus and concentration as she pulled up her calculator and went to work. Carry the remainders, convert percentages to fractions before it is too laaaate!

Her eyes darting around, she noted the emptiness of her surroundings. Her comrads, her battle companions were no where to be seen, all the eyes could see were dull as fuck cubicle walls closing in on her! No, help me... they are sealing me in... somebody!

"Here ya go, Stace. Boss wants this done before the day ends." Randall said, dropping the sizeable stack beside her keyboard. Hed eyes grew wide, staring at the frightening creatures size. By the gods, such weight! Such girth! It's not possible!

'Foolish mortal!' It said with the deepest voice as she parted it open. 'This isn't even my final foooorm!'

"Noooooooo!" Stacey cried before slamming her face onto the desk, with Viola and Cindy peaking over to check on her.

"Oh dear, another day another battle, it seems."

"Yea, guess she's all burnt out. Think we should help her?"

Cindy nodded. "It would be the most human thing to do." With that, both girls sunk bank into their desks, not bothering to reach in to grab her paperwork to help. Without a word, Stacey lifted both hands over each wall before flipping them off.

"Love ya too, Stace. Just need to finish my own stack first." Viola smiled, work may suck but it's not so bad with workers like them around.

"Speaking of, when are we to rendezvous for another round, loves?" Asked Cindy, rolling by with her office chair.

"I'll buy the drinks if you do my work for me." Stacey muttered, her voice muffled as she was buried onto the desk still.

"Shake on it. Good lass, it's a deal-"

"Not quite!" Randall intervened. "I want her specifically to do it. If I catch either of you two helping it will come out of your pay. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Viola sighed, noticing Stacey remained oddly quiet.

"Good. Now back to work." He spun around and walked away.

"Is he gone yet?"

"Yes love."

Stacey popped her head back up. "FUCK! THIS! JOOOOOB!"

I love Mondays.