I Feel Sick

Okay, more news from work. I bet that you are tired of hearing about my work, but you'll miss it when I have been fired and I possess no more tales to relate to you. Anyway, there is this guy at work who would be a great addition to my spy-super-hero-ring. He would be a great spy, on par with Callie. First of all, he can teleport using mind powers!! Or else he walks really quietly, but I prefer to believe that he has mind-teleporting-powers. I mean, seriously, he just appears out of thin air and sometimes it's really disconcerting because what if he was there the whole time while I was doing something embarrassing (like picking my nose). All's I have to do now is ask him if he wants to join, but I bet he'll say no because everytime he's seen me, I'm doing something stupid; like running into people, or tripping over things, or bumping into stationary objects . . . and not even tricky ones like doors or countertops but large, easily avoidable things, like walls. Anyway, I don't have time to worry about things like that. I'm busy plotting the downfall of those who oppose me. Actually, that's not true. If I ever plotted someone's downfall it would go all wrong. I just know it. It would all just come back and hit me in the face . . . really hard . . . with both fists.