Saturday, May 2, 2015

5.2 A Daily Fight

A fortnight, that's how long I've daily fought. War had been declared as I only tried to do my job.
I had called in for back up and even with expert advice, the other side acted unexpectedly and many more were injured. I had to pull the battered and torn out from the Enemy's clutches. I camped out on the site, never repeating, always starting again as it seemed the only way to have the slightest victory. A small skirmish was won, before retreating back home. Finally, in surrender I gathered the remaining victorious pieces and left the Copy Room.

1 comment:

  1. Ha!! This is my life with every copier ever!!