Work Mishaps

"Cosmic tech support here, what's your problem?" "I'm a genie, my client just made the wish to change all electrons into positrons and now my universe bluescreen-ed itself, how do I even fix that?"

“That’s quite a situation. Let me do some research and get back to you? Would that be alright?” Absolutely not, tell me how to fix this now, but the genie simply gritted his teeth and mouthed his acceptance. The genie, usually calm and collected, was freaking out. Heat flashed through his immaterial body as his self-confidence fell to pieces to the hot summer earth. My first gig, and I fucked up. The guys are never going to let me live this down. All his thoughts dwindled to a wish of his own: to disappear. But no, he couldn’t disappear. He had to fix this because if he ran now, what would happen when he ran into other problems? Just disappear? The guys would never let him live that down for certain. So when he retired to the bar where all other genies conversed-"a tavern that floated in the sky, he entered with determined eyes, an expectant spirit.

Then the tech support agent called him back. “Alright, all we gotta do to get rid of the blue screen-ed universe is delete the memory of the client, and try and persuade him not to wish for something like that again.”

The genie nodded, feeling both relieved his anxieties were unfounded. “Yes, yes, thank you. I’m so grateful.”

“Awesome, all this will take some days, but do me a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Rate me a 5 on a survey at the end of this call.”

“You got it!”

Reviews

[Carrie]

Awesome, peer pressure. Nice twist at the end.

[RKB]

thanks for reading!