You wake up, it’s the start of a new week, time to eat, sleep and repeat... but something’s wrong. Next to your bed is a girl with blond hair, green eyes and freckles among her body. She wears a cowboy hat and western attire. With all her strength, she lifts the mattress from the bed, with you included and throws you to the floor. While you recover from the surprise and the strike, she approaches you and lifts you off the floor, sees you romantically, you’re hypnotized by her eyes, you think it’s love at first sight.
"What’s the matter? Did ya have a good weekend?" She asks.
"Yes."
You smile at her, then she gives you a body blow randomly out of nowhere.
"Go to work!"
"But I’m on vacation."
"Ah don’t care. No money, no livin’. So go to work!"
Painfully, you get ready for the day. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. Your boss doesn’t question the fact that you go to the office on your day off, go to your desk and turn on the computer. The country girl followed you all the way without losing sight of you. When you “start to work” she leaves for a moment, you’re peacefully uneasy. Then she comes back.
"What are ya doin’?"
"I’m working, like you said."
"Well it doesn’t seem fer me. Have ya seen yer emails?"
"Yes I have."
"Are ya sure? Ya have a lot of pending", she asks while poking to your head.
"Yes."
You answer the best you can, but you’re crying internally. You reply her back.
"I didn’t expect you too soon."
"And things are just gettin’ started. Go back to work."
A ringtone sounds, it’s her cell phone. She needs to attend the call and leaves you alone. It’s your time to run away, so you take your chance. It would be tempting to leave the office and go back home, you think, but that’s the first place she would go looking for you, so you look for an alternative. In the hallway there’s an open door that leads to a broom closet, you have chosen your route. You get in and close the door. You plan to stay in there for the rest of the day, because you don’t want to be in the same room as her. As the minutes and hours go by you ask yourself many questions in the head. Who the hell is she? Where she came from? What is she doing here? Why does she treat you so badly? Does she earn something by being here or with you for that matter? Why don’t the rest of your coworkers have someone similar or can others see her? Is this part of a program you didn’t remember entering? Suddenly the door opens abruptly and the light blinds you, revealing the identity of the one who found your hideout.
"Please be my boss, please be my boss," you whisper.
But you’re wrong! She’s just standing there... smiling menacingly.
"There ya are!"
She gets you out of the broom closet by pulling your ear. It pains you.
"Did ya think ya were goin’ to get rid of me so fast?"
"No, of course not."
That’s not true, your tears are the evidence. She drags you back to your desk (still pulling your ear, of course) and sits you down on your chair. But this time, to prevent you from running away from her again, she stays with you and sits down on your printer. She stares at you, that glare intimidates you and makes you go back to work. There’s nothing you can do, just follow the instructions. You enter your Facebook account to check your boss’s files and add the information to your current work, otherwise she won’t be happy. Noticing this, the country girl takes one paper sheet away from the printer, rips it apart, makes little paper balls and throws them at you one by one.
"Stop distractin’ yerself."
"I used Facebook to check the boss’s files."
"Yeah, sure, and Ah’d like to meet a guy who doesn’t change his phone number after the first date."
"I’m telling the truth."
"Everyone says the same."
You had enough of this girl. Who does she think is to invade your personal space and tell you what to do?
"Excuse me. Do you enjoy making me feel miserable?"
"Ah only do what Ah think is best for ya!"
"Well it doesn’t seem for me. Just stop doing it and leave me alone."
"But–!"
"Leave me alone!"
She doesn’t seem to take it very well, she feels heartbroken and about to cry, she flees. You feel calmer, but you also feel guilty for what you just did. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you feel legitimately bad about yelling at her. You get up from your seat and go get it. You try to describe it to your coworkers, but they don’t understand you. You look in the rest of the building, but nothing. It seems that she has left your life. That was what you wanted, right?
You want to find her just to say sorry. You give up and stop looking for her, you take a break on the hallway, until you find the same broom closet where you hid before. The door is open, let’s take a look inside. There she is, sitting on the floor and crying on her knees. You approach and sit next to her.
"Are you ok?"
"What do ya think?"
"You’re right, that was stupid from my part. I just want to say I’m sorry, it’s just that sometimes your orders and nature stress me. But I promise it would never happen again."
"Don’t make promises ya won’t keep. Everyone says the same thing, but the truth is that nobody likes me, nobody wants to be with me, they all hate me even though what Ah do is because Ah care ‘bout them. They don’t seem to care about their future or their retirement plan, they just care ‘bout having fun and nothin’ else."
"I... I never thought it that way."
"Neither them."
"You haven't told me your name yet."
"Applejack... mah name is Applejack."
You tell her yours.
"Nice to meet ya. Remember, Ah’m tough with ya ‘cause Ah care ‘bout ya."
"I’ll try to be more sincere with you, ok?"
"Yeah, and Ah promise to not be that hard with ya. Now let’s go back to work, after all, all play and no work makes Jack a dull boy."
"That’s not how it–"
That glare interrupts you and you stop talking, you know she’s right.
"Correct, let’s get back to work."