Go to Work - Glee - Kurt
Fic title: Go to Work
Author name: youaredriving
Genre: ...AU...
Characters: Kurt, OFC, Blaine
Rating: MA
Word count: ~1000
Warnings: language, angsty moments, AU
Summary: Kurt hates his job, not surprising. Scenes from Kurt's life in a cubicle and dealing with a boss and customers who need to find something better to do with their time.
Life in a call center wasn’t fun. Yeah, there were the office picnics, getting phone calls from drunks and gossip that moved cubicle to cubicle faster then you could blink that made most days bearable. But it didn’t make up for how damn repetitive and how much the world made sure you didn’t matter.
“Hummel!”
Kurt grimaced and his shoulders slumped at the sound Millicent’s voice. It sounded like finger nails scrapping against a chalkboard. He ducked further into his cubicle.
“Those reports needed to be on my desk yesterday!” A stapler clicked right next to Kurt’s ear making him jump in his seat and looked up into the red-faced woman. “What do you think I pay you for? To sit around and do nothing?”
“I’ll have the reports for you as soon as I can,” Kurt took a deep breath trying to calm himself down.
“You’re worthless!” Every word was punctuated by a wasted staple and the spittle of her words, “Nothing but a worthless waste of space.”
“Whatever you say Millicent,” Kurt mumbled under his breath as soon as she stalked off to her next victim. He pulled open the database and picked up the ringing phone. “Thank you for calling customer support, this is Kurt how can I assist you today?”
“You can take this piece of shit back, that’s how you can assist me Kurt.”
~*~
The copy machine was working at a snail’s place and Kurt was tired of seeing the same numbers print out on different pages.
“Hummel!”
Kurt cringed and searched for an acceptable hiding spot from Millicent. He froze as she entered the room with her red stapler in hand and her face redder than a tomato. He could do this. He could face her. Fuck! Kurt turned his back to her and spread his hands over the warm machine. Deep breaths.
“I want to know what you think I pay you for?”
Kurt bit his tongue and gathered his papers up. As soon as she stapled at the air he snapped. “You pay me to do the reports you’re supposed to do along with taking calls at customer support.” Kurt shoved the papers in her arms and stalked off.
~*~
“Thank you for calling customer support, this is Kurt how can I assist you today?” Kurt pulled up another call ticket and waited patiently for the caller to speak.
“Is this where I file a complaint on an employee?”
“Customer Support handles everything you can think of m’am.” Kurt clicked over to the complaint log, “What is the nature of your complaint?”
“Whoever Millicent can eat dog shit and die.”
Kurt couldn’t help the laughter that busted from his lips. His eyes darted around the office to see if he garnered any attention from his co-workers but they were all busy with their own calls and reports.
“It isn’t funny. I was calling to ask about product warranties and she, I’ve never talked to someone so volatile.”
Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, “What I was laughing about was the fact that you and I are of the same opinion.”
The caller paused long enough for Kurt to think he lost her but then he heard the muffled laughing, “Oh dear.”
~*~
“Well Kurt,” Millicent’s smile was yellow and bordering on psychotic. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was about to happen. “You didn’t measure up to your goals. Looks like a raise isn’t in the cards for you. Do better.”
~*~
Kurt spotted the red stapler long before he heard the grating voice of Millicent. He ducked down to his file cabinet and pulled out the orange pill bottle and swallowed down an anxiety pill. He had barely set the bottle back in its hiding spot before Millicent rounded the corner and stapled the air.
“Reports. They’re late.”
Kurt curled his fingers around the armrest of his chair as he spun to face her with the papers in hand. “Here.”
“Don’t let me come looking for them again.” Millicent kicked at the base of Kurt’s chair and sent him careening into his desk with a wild thump.
As Millicent walked away, stapling at other employees Kurt held a hand to his chest and took deep breaths, “Fuck my life.”
~*~
Kurt stared at the keyboard in front of him and his phone rang with impatience. He took a deep breath as he popped another pill. Millicent was yelling at him but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying over the spit flying at him and the idea she might be so angry that she’d pass out and need CPR.
It didn’t take much more but she laid a hand on him and Kurt stood up so quickly and spun to face her she paused in shock.
“Shut the fuck up!” Kurt tore the reports out of her hands and threw them across the office floor. “You act like you’re something else but you’re not! You’re a bully with absolutely no sense of what matches in your wardrobe and how stupid your hair looks like that!”
Millicent gaped like a fish at Kurt’s out burst and recovered, “Don’t think you’re getting away with this. Everyone saw this little flair of the dramatic.”
Kurt let out a vicious growl as he picked up his keyboard and slammed it into the still ringing phone. Keys popped out and toppled to the floor as the receiver of the phone jumped off the receiver and fell to the floor. Kurt slammed the keyboard against the phone again and again until the only keys stuck to it were the escape key and an arrow pointing to towards the door.
“Fuck you Millicent.” Kurt grabbed his pills, his keys and shoulder-checked her on the way out. “Get a life and do your damn job. I quit!”
~*~
Kurt sat at the Lima Bean sipping a cinnamon flavored coffee and nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie. He let out a happy sigh and tilted his head back to stare up at the painted ceiling. The colors swirled together in quite shapes and movements.
“Need a refill?”
Bright eyes and a white smile, the apron even made the guy look even more adorable than he already was. Kurt nodded with a timid smile of his own as he caught the name on the nametag: Blaine.
Maybe quitting his job wasn’t so bad.
Author name: youaredriving
Genre: ...AU...
Characters: Kurt, OFC, Blaine
Rating: MA
Word count: ~1000
Warnings: language, angsty moments, AU
Summary: Kurt hates his job, not surprising. Scenes from Kurt's life in a cubicle and dealing with a boss and customers who need to find something better to do with their time.
Life in a call center wasn’t fun. Yeah, there were the office picnics, getting phone calls from drunks and gossip that moved cubicle to cubicle faster then you could blink that made most days bearable. But it didn’t make up for how damn repetitive and how much the world made sure you didn’t matter.
“Hummel!”
Kurt grimaced and his shoulders slumped at the sound Millicent’s voice. It sounded like finger nails scrapping against a chalkboard. He ducked further into his cubicle.
“Those reports needed to be on my desk yesterday!” A stapler clicked right next to Kurt’s ear making him jump in his seat and looked up into the red-faced woman. “What do you think I pay you for? To sit around and do nothing?”
“I’ll have the reports for you as soon as I can,” Kurt took a deep breath trying to calm himself down.
“You’re worthless!” Every word was punctuated by a wasted staple and the spittle of her words, “Nothing but a worthless waste of space.”
“Whatever you say Millicent,” Kurt mumbled under his breath as soon as she stalked off to her next victim. He pulled open the database and picked up the ringing phone. “Thank you for calling customer support, this is Kurt how can I assist you today?”
“You can take this piece of shit back, that’s how you can assist me Kurt.”
~*~
The copy machine was working at a snail’s place and Kurt was tired of seeing the same numbers print out on different pages.
“Hummel!”
Kurt cringed and searched for an acceptable hiding spot from Millicent. He froze as she entered the room with her red stapler in hand and her face redder than a tomato. He could do this. He could face her. Fuck! Kurt turned his back to her and spread his hands over the warm machine. Deep breaths.
“I want to know what you think I pay you for?”
Kurt bit his tongue and gathered his papers up. As soon as she stapled at the air he snapped. “You pay me to do the reports you’re supposed to do along with taking calls at customer support.” Kurt shoved the papers in her arms and stalked off.
~*~
“Thank you for calling customer support, this is Kurt how can I assist you today?” Kurt pulled up another call ticket and waited patiently for the caller to speak.
“Is this where I file a complaint on an employee?”
“Customer Support handles everything you can think of m’am.” Kurt clicked over to the complaint log, “What is the nature of your complaint?”
“Whoever Millicent can eat dog shit and die.”
Kurt couldn’t help the laughter that busted from his lips. His eyes darted around the office to see if he garnered any attention from his co-workers but they were all busy with their own calls and reports.
“It isn’t funny. I was calling to ask about product warranties and she, I’ve never talked to someone so volatile.”
Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, “What I was laughing about was the fact that you and I are of the same opinion.”
The caller paused long enough for Kurt to think he lost her but then he heard the muffled laughing, “Oh dear.”
~*~
“Well Kurt,” Millicent’s smile was yellow and bordering on psychotic. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was about to happen. “You didn’t measure up to your goals. Looks like a raise isn’t in the cards for you. Do better.”
~*~
Kurt spotted the red stapler long before he heard the grating voice of Millicent. He ducked down to his file cabinet and pulled out the orange pill bottle and swallowed down an anxiety pill. He had barely set the bottle back in its hiding spot before Millicent rounded the corner and stapled the air.
“Reports. They’re late.”
Kurt curled his fingers around the armrest of his chair as he spun to face her with the papers in hand. “Here.”
“Don’t let me come looking for them again.” Millicent kicked at the base of Kurt’s chair and sent him careening into his desk with a wild thump.
As Millicent walked away, stapling at other employees Kurt held a hand to his chest and took deep breaths, “Fuck my life.”
~*~
Kurt stared at the keyboard in front of him and his phone rang with impatience. He took a deep breath as he popped another pill. Millicent was yelling at him but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying over the spit flying at him and the idea she might be so angry that she’d pass out and need CPR.
It didn’t take much more but she laid a hand on him and Kurt stood up so quickly and spun to face her she paused in shock.
“Shut the fuck up!” Kurt tore the reports out of her hands and threw them across the office floor. “You act like you’re something else but you’re not! You’re a bully with absolutely no sense of what matches in your wardrobe and how stupid your hair looks like that!”
Millicent gaped like a fish at Kurt’s out burst and recovered, “Don’t think you’re getting away with this. Everyone saw this little flair of the dramatic.”
Kurt let out a vicious growl as he picked up his keyboard and slammed it into the still ringing phone. Keys popped out and toppled to the floor as the receiver of the phone jumped off the receiver and fell to the floor. Kurt slammed the keyboard against the phone again and again until the only keys stuck to it were the escape key and an arrow pointing to towards the door.
“Fuck you Millicent.” Kurt grabbed his pills, his keys and shoulder-checked her on the way out. “Get a life and do your damn job. I quit!”
~*~
Kurt sat at the Lima Bean sipping a cinnamon flavored coffee and nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie. He let out a happy sigh and tilted his head back to stare up at the painted ceiling. The colors swirled together in quite shapes and movements.
“Need a refill?”
Bright eyes and a white smile, the apron even made the guy look even more adorable than he already was. Kurt nodded with a timid smile of his own as he caught the name on the nametag: Blaine.
Maybe quitting his job wasn’t so bad.