The Life of a Sidekick
And I don't mean a Suzuki.
It's yet another day and he's drunk as a s---. I'd prefer a skunk in my pants compared to his current demeanor. Sorry, you're new here. I'm talking about my boss - super ass, or as the people of this city call him: That guy, the hero. I call him Mr Chisholm, though I think his mother called him Tom. Details of his early life are sketchy.
For 5 years I've been his sidekick - I mean, assistant - at a tech company called D7. I run all the systems, and he helps fix problems. He always helps fix the problems. I have always wondered why he does this, because he hates helping people, hates his systems admin job, and generally hates people. Drunk at all times, always a flask or bottle of wine in hand, he grumbles and argues and is generally discontented at all times.
But then a call comes in on the secret line. I answer, and someone is in trouble. Somehow he finds the clarity to run out, gather his super suit, and get there in the nick of time. Somehow. That somehow includes me sacrificing my salary, time and energy getting him to the damn place, finding the facts, and getting to the bottom of the mystery.
In short, I'm a disgruntled sidekick with an a$$ as a superhero boss. I just need to vent somehow, somewhere.
Oh crap - I smell him coming. It's a vermouth day. Damn. More later.
It's yet another day and he's drunk as a s---. I'd prefer a skunk in my pants compared to his current demeanor. Sorry, you're new here. I'm talking about my boss - super ass, or as the people of this city call him: That guy, the hero. I call him Mr Chisholm, though I think his mother called him Tom. Details of his early life are sketchy.
For 5 years I've been his sidekick - I mean, assistant - at a tech company called D7. I run all the systems, and he helps fix problems. He always helps fix the problems. I have always wondered why he does this, because he hates helping people, hates his systems admin job, and generally hates people. Drunk at all times, always a flask or bottle of wine in hand, he grumbles and argues and is generally discontented at all times.
But then a call comes in on the secret line. I answer, and someone is in trouble. Somehow he finds the clarity to run out, gather his super suit, and get there in the nick of time. Somehow. That somehow includes me sacrificing my salary, time and energy getting him to the damn place, finding the facts, and getting to the bottom of the mystery.
In short, I'm a disgruntled sidekick with an a$$ as a superhero boss. I just need to vent somehow, somewhere.
Oh crap - I smell him coming. It's a vermouth day. Damn. More later.
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