My life hung on someone in an office processing a bit of paperwork that would allow me to live life in a kind of halfway decent way. When I got my paperwork in, I was told she was on holidays. That was the first bad sign.
Many other bad signs kept coming up and I would e-mail her out of desperation to see how my paperwork was going. She almost never responded and when she did, it was something incredibly vague and unhelpful.
At the exact moment it became too late, I was misfiled.
None of my other e-mails were responded to and my life was ruined.
One day, my girlfriend walked into her office. The office worker looked up from filing her nails and asked her what she could do for her. My girlfriend smiled and pulled out a gun.
My paperwork suddenly got filed properly and I was able to continue living my life.
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