‘It’s not that I hate my job. I mean, I’m not going to lie, it’s a dead end, the people are ... well, they’re interesting, the commute is a nightmare, and the work is ... work. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. Well, happy-ish. It’s my boss; we don’t see eye-to-eye. Given he’s two feet shorter than anyone else he doesn’t see eye-to-eye with anyone! Sorry, bad joke. He does think he’s Napoleon though. What was the question again? Oh, yes, why have I applied for this job? Well, I ... I’m not going to get this job, am I?’
A drabble is a story of exactly one hundred words.