[Action/Blog] EY PROHM
[It's been two days since Raivis stopped showing at work. He'd called in sick the first day (and the second) but as the evening of the third comes, it's become quite obvious for the more seasoned veterans to Mister Galante's personality quirks that he's already gone into a deep, depressive hibernation. Even if he happened to be vomiting his intestines and bleeding profusely from everywhere, were he mentally well, he would have at least done a bit of work from home to maintain a sort of karmic balance.
Barring the few texts he had sent to Sindre and Valdi, there has (to date) been two and a half days of absolute silence.
Until his co-worker's text jars him from his stupor. Why, oh why, can't they just leave him alone.
He hears a cat yowl in the alley down below and lurches out of his chair by the window, bottle soaring out into the descending evening.
Glass shatters on the pavement in a rain of vodka and spite as Raivis slumps against the balcony with his phone clutched tightly in a fist.]
[BLOG FROM MOBILE]
Leave me be. I don't care who you are, I don't care- just G-GO AWAY. ALL OF YOU.
Barring the few texts he had sent to Sindre and Valdi, there has (to date) been two and a half days of absolute silence.
Until his co-worker's text jars him from his stupor. Why, oh why, can't they just leave him alone.
He hears a cat yowl in the alley down below and lurches out of his chair by the window, bottle soaring out into the descending evening.
Glass shatters on the pavement in a rain of vodka and spite as Raivis slumps against the balcony with his phone clutched tightly in a fist.]
[BLOG FROM MOBILE]
Leave me be. I don't care who you are, I don't care- just G-GO AWAY. ALL OF YOU.