Office Worker
"Haaah? Another ten hour shift..."
This had started to become the norm at Aatami's job after the first person quit. The hours starting to get longer and longer eventually it started to reflect on the white collar worker. His skin turning paler, the eyebags only getting darker, and his body skinnier. Had this been the so called adult life everyone had wanted? It all kept adding up as his social life dimished over time, eventually his best friend had become the janitor who started getting used to his late night shifts. But to him it all paid off as he got various awards such as employee of the month, small gifts, and even recognition amongst his peers. Even if said peers were all slowly leaving one by one... While the managers seemed to get bigger...
Eventually the underpaying job had required him, a single man, to do the work of two departments which made up to be of around twelve people. Making him nearly unreplaceable unlike his co-workers which continued to dwindle by the day. Whenever the question was brought up when they might get new hires it was often brushed off and mentioned he earned more merit this way. Though they never quite told him how that merit would benefit him but an occasional free lunch and five minute longer breaks was enough to bribe him to stay put.
However a dream had now started to haunt him as of late... often it started not in his office but rather in a tight, warm, and dark place... the sound of his manager's voice coming from above but that never lasted too long. Always feeling strangely refreshed and even looking livier after the vivid dreams were over... never quite leaving his mind as they became more descriptive. Something he started to pick up is the dreams had a correlation to the days his manager's blouse seemed to burst....