Nothing ever happens here. Or at least I never notice when something does. Most of the time I sit quietly at my desk, pretending to be working, waiting for the time to pass.
Sometimes I run a little slide-show of the men I slept with in my head, to try and get the time to move a bit more quickly, it helps for a little while, not for long. I guess I should sleep with more people if I'm planing to continue working here.
People come to my desk, they talk, they complain, they praise my work, they tell me the company might be going under and we all might lose our jobs. I look at them, eyes full of understanding, I nod my head, smile a little condescending smile and keep looking trough the gallery of cocks in my head.
I don't care if this place goes under, I don't care if I'm going to lose this job, but I can't really say that I don't care about the fact that we are being audited.
It brings a breath of fresh air to the office. I enjoy seeing my boss's sweat, forming slowly on his top lip every time he gets a call from the law society. I relish the subtle traces of terror in our Director Solicitor's voice as she asks about double-triple billing clients. I enjoy our little game, where she acts surprised about the whole thing, and I shrug my shoulders and smile helplessly as I say: "It's always been done that way" I make a whole show of pretending to think she didn't know about it. We rehearse this little play every couple of days since the auditors started calling, and each time I wonder does she believe they've set up hidden cameras all over the office so she sees this as a live performance, or is she just rehearsing for the time when this thing gets to court.
It's all great fun, but when I take a step back, it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable watching them worry and squeal and suffer like that, and not feeling even a trace of compassion, being only slightly amused by the whole thing. It makes me feel like a bit of a sociopath, cool and calm and slightly amused when faced other people's misery. I didn't used to be like that, seeing homeless people, and lost kittens and sad old people used to make me cry before I started working here. Now, I'm as cold and hard as a rock, I guess it makes me a a pretty good lawyer, but I don't think it was worth it.
