violet annoyed

Every so often the urges become unbearable.  It usually happens when I'm in the office, millions of things going on, then Gabe starts yelling at me.  

"Why haven't you finished yet?  I needed the info yesterday!"

"Damn, can't you let me breathe for a fuckin' minute?!"

He glared at me and put his hands on the table, leaning over me, trying to be all intimidating.  "You've had more than enough time, what the hell is going on?"

I stood angrily and pounded my fist against the table.  "I can't get a minute of goddamn peace, you're always breathing down my neck, how the hell do you expect me to get any-fucking-thing accomplished?"

Gabe's eyebrows raised and he straightened up.  "Watch the tone, Young Lady."

"Don't fucking call me that, we're at work."  My nose wrinkled in disgust.

"You're dicking around too much and I don't like it.  Something's going on."  He began pacing slowly behind me and I rolled my eyes.

"What we're doin' right now is dicking around."

He nodded and stayed silent, so I kept going.

"This is all bullshit anyway.  Rich douchebags tryin' to fuck over the poor people like they always fucking do.  Lookin' for shortcuts and pissing on the little guy.  How do you live with yourself doing this?  I'd need a bag of drugs to help me forget what a tool I am."

He'd stopped pacing and just stared at me now, arms folded, face stoic (or something).  It was probably my cue to shut my mouth, but I was on a roll, why stop?

"In fact, I already need a fucking bag of drugs because I'm losing my mind!"  Now I was pacing a little, but faster, almost manic.  "And now I have you on my ass when it's your fault anyway that I'm not getting anything done cuz you're the one always on my ass not letting me get anything done!"

"Careful where you're pointing that finger."

"Just look at you," I said, stepping up to him and ignoring the flutter in my heart at how much bigger he felt when I was so close.  He was so calm, never breaking eye contact, not flinching at all.  None of this was really bothering him, if I wanted to get a rise I'd have to work harder.  So far I just looked like the angry idiot. 

"At me?  Or at you?"

"Fuck off, Gabe.  If you want me to get the work done, then leave me the fuck alone."  I raised my hands, fully intending on pushing him away, not harshly but, you know, just a light shove to get him moving.

He caught my wrists and held onto them.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Well I'm trying to do my work."