"I'd rather watch a thousand YouTube ads than stay one more day in this shitty job!" I blurted out without thinking.
Laughter broke out across the office.Once again, I'd spoken out loud. Classic me. I covered my face with my hands.
I went back to my phone. The personality quiz promised to reveal what kind of cake I'd be if I were a dessert—honestly, the most exciting thing that had happened in hours.
A dessert?I drifted off into a fantasy where I invited a cute girl to share one with me. I imagined her feeding me a bite… and me feeding her.
Pure bliss.
But stuff like that only happens to people who actually make a move. And I'm not one of them. I'm more like...
Just when the result was about to show, the boss's voice cut through my deep and vital research:
"Shift's over! And that includes anyone who'd rather play with their phone than actually work."
He shot a flamethrower glare in my direction.
Busted.
Well… at least I'm a carrot cake.