As soon as arrive in the office, the first thing I look at my desk after I sat on my chair is my calendar. This morning, I arrived late (as usual). As I look at my calendar, breathing heavily, I realized it wasn’t there. “What the heck happened to my calendar?” I realized that there was a notebook and a few pens beside me. I stared at them thinking that they were mistakenly left there so I ignored. Slowly thinking, as my brain is usually lagging, it felt as if there’s something wrong with my desk. I looked all over my desk. My Jack Skellington that was always hanging near my calendar wasn’t there. My Garfield key chain that hangs beside my calendar, wasn’t also there. The gay Spiderman plushie that sits beside my monitor wasn’t there too. I looked to my left and figured that my pen holder, pencils, tea box, Fox’s candy can, coaster, tissue box, alcohol and planela cloth were all not there. As I looked into the file folder beside me thinking, “This is not mine.” For a while, I stopped and thought, “Okay. So now, where the fuck are my stuff?” And then, I stopped again and thought, “Hold on, is this my fucking desk, in the first place?” and as soon as time continued, I looked down to see if it was my CPU that was there or someone else’s. And it was mine. Just for the slight chance that it may not be mine, I switched it on to see. And I realized it was definitely mine.
So what happened? My stuff were all transferred to that next desk because some product manager guy stares at popsie, is playing pranks on me, again. Thus, the shocking morning that wake me up. I’m wide awake now and no need for tea.