Bolt #2: work

The second incident (non-chronological).

Another time I was at work. I had the key
and the code to the building, being
as I’m a trustworthy ess oh bee and
overloaded with work only I could do
(stupid arrangement and entirely my fault
for not cross-training and outsourcing). Anyway

I was the only one in the entire
building. I took the alarm off myself.
Almost all the whole building was black.
I turned on just the minimum of lights
to thread my way through without

banging a knee,
or
knocking anything over - I knew
which switches to flip. A few
hours in, there I was in my office
(lights on in there) getting shit
stowed and cleared for a better
coming
Monday.

I had music playing quite loud.
It was awesome! Apart
from wasting my day off.

Suddenly, something made me
turn off the music. A sound? No. There
was no sound. It was a vibration of sorts,
from my belly. I went out to the vending
machines, scored a Coke and a packet of
crisps - the good kind, finally! They’d been
out
so long.

Suddenly it all slid together in my mind.
Me alone in the building. Saturday getting
late.

Something was wrong.

I got the hell out of there, pronto