Derek woke up, and thought to himself, "Shit."
"Shit" was a very common word in Derek's vocabulary. In most cases, it was used as an interjection, to describe his feeling of annoyance when something bad occurs. Which is generally, quite often.
Derek took out a bowl of cereal, Frosted Flakes, for all you people out there who care about such things, and poured into into his bowl. He poured some milk in the bowl too, just for the fun of it. While devouring this meal, he accidentally poured some of the milk on to his clothes.
"Shit."
On this particular Wednesday, Derek wore his usual work attire, of a business suit, and a not-so-snazzy tie. He walked out of the front door of his home, and locked the door.
Derek felt lonely on this particular Wednesday.
Derek got to his office building. Derek's line of work was something to do with computers. Even he didn't know. A car drove through a puddle, and quite a bit of water got on Derek. Two liquid-based accidents in less then two hours.
"Shit."
Derek only had one male "friend" in the office. His "cubicle buddy," Terrence. Terrence worked on the opposite side of Derek's cubicle, so, it would be rude not to acknowledge him, so, they developed a sort of "friendship." A usual morning conversation would go like this.
"Hey Derek."
"Hey Terrence."
"How was your evening."
"It was an evening alright."
"You ready for another exciting day of work?"
"Should I be?"
Then Terrence would just get back to doing his work, and Derek with his.
Usually, throughout the day, Derek would try and catch the eye of Sarah, a woman who he had a crush on in the office. He would say things like,
"Hey Sarah."
"Hey Derek."
"I like your woman's suit."
"I wear this everyday, and you say that every day."
"Well, that's why I say it every day then."
And they would chuckle, and other such things. Sometimes Derek would make a stupid comment, but it would quickly be forgotten, and then they would get back to work. Derek would never get the courage to ask Sarah out.
"Shit."
Many times, the Boss, Mr. Barry Ossman, yes, that is his real name, would call Derek into his office, to berate him constantly about his supposed slacking off throughout the day. Derek would never listen. Instead he would think about making Mr. Ossman's head explode.
He would concentrate deeply in his mind, thinking solely about Mr. Ossman's head. The extremely long shape of it, and how it would look. Suddenly, exploding, pieces of it splattering on the walls of his office, covered in fake diplomas, and stupid books about how to succeed in the work place. Derek knew that if he believed in himself, he could make Mr. Ossman's head explode. But the never did. And he would just leave the office, feeling ashamed.
"Shit."
After the day was done, Derek would bid adieu to Terrence, and to Sarah, once again not attempting to ask her out. He would walk outside, and on this particular Wednesday, it was pouring with heavy rain.
You guessed it.
"Shit."
Derek would make sure that no one was looking, as he sneaked into a nearby alleyway, and made his usual dimensional portal in the ground. He hopped in, transcending down to the Nether regions of the Underworld. He went back to his Gothic castle, walked up to his bedroom, and sat on his bed, his head in his hands, thinking. Just thinking. For the entire night. Every night. Thinking.
"Shit. I hate being the Devil."
