Paperwork

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
As if paperwork wasn't confusing as it was already.

Submitted: January 19, 2019

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Everything seems out of focus, blurry around the edges. Nothing makes sense, nothing about this makes any sense, not to you, not to them. You pass by the threshold once again, walking trough the hallway once more, a small part of you still wondering if by the fiftieth time doing so, something will change.

It doesn’t.

You enter trough the threshold and to the room, everything becomes sharp, bright, and focused. The two men inside the room turn to look at you expectantly, the people you’d trust with your life. Your brother Miguel, and your best friend Larry. The first one sitting against the wall in front of you, both legs extended, reading one of the papers, the rest of them still where they had first appeared, on top of the table in a big stack, with two closed envelops both at it’s sides. 

Larry, sitting on the right corner, looking at all places in nervousness, bouncing one leg, looking once at Miguel, trying to read the paper from afar. Both of them stare at you with questions in their eyes as you enter, you just look down and shrug your shoulders.

“It just.. doesn’t work.” you say, casting your eyes down.

Miguel, tosses the paper he had been reading in desperation, Larry follows it with his eyes, so do you. Only to watch it disappear and reappear neatly on the top of the pile from where Miguel had took it from in the first place. 

Larry hesitated for a moment before asking “So.. what do we do now’”. You don’t know what to answer him, you can’t just accept this terms, but you don’t know what to do. There are no clocks in the room, neither are there chairs. So you just sit on the table, and stare at your friends before replying “I just can’t agree to this terms, the regulations aren’t clear enough”.

As the last word exists your mouth, a change of air occurs, and you find yourself sitting on the floor between your perplexed friends. Everything else appears unchanged. As Larry and you stare at each other in disbelief, Miguel gets up and looks at the papers in the table, he examines them for a minute before gesturing at you to go there. “They are different” he comments, you get up as he hands you the paper, and you give it a read, indeed it has changed. They all have, they are red markers in the side of the new neatly ordered stack. He smiles at you, “Guess we have some more reading to do”.

“Much reading to do” Larry comments a few read pages later. He was right, but the regulations had changed, and neither one of you had found any more troubles in the paper so far. You were giving the final read to the last pages, when Miguel handed you a paper he had been reading. “The amounts are wrong” he simply stated. “The amounts are wrong” you repeated with exasperation. This time Larry had been the one sitting on the table, but the three of you had suddenly been sitting on three chairs that hadn’t been there a second ago, with the table in front of you, and a new stack of papers with blue marks on them.

A routine of sorts began to arise, read the papers, find a flaw, say it out loud, new set of semi-corrected papers appear, begin again, repeat again. You didn’t know what you would have done without Miguel and Larry there with you, because they were the ones that found the flaws in the papers most of the times. 

You were more in charge of finding how to transmit those flaws to whomever or whatever was in charge of making the modifications to the papers. Sometimes just saying them out loud worked perfectly, others you had to speak more clearly or eloquently, once you had to sing an error in the dates. Larry was the one that was able to change a mistake in the terms of agreement by barking them out loud. 

Time had slowly passed, and each time it was harder and harder to find any new mistakes. There was no way of telling how much time you’d been there, but you were starting to feel the exhaustion of the time past. Larry and you had already finished reading the new papers twice and found no mistake in them, you were both reclining against the table, arms crossed and staring at Miguel, who was finishing reading the last page. He kept reading, then pausing to throw glares at you two every now and then, after which each time you both averted your gaze, only to return to look at him once he had focused again on the reading.

He finally stares at the two of you and nods with a smile. He throws the paper in the air, and as you all approach the desk, it appears neatly ordered in the stack. The three of you stand in front of the table, you nod to them and start to sign the documents in front of you, Larry and Miguel open the closed envelops that contained the copies of the document, and as you move to sign the copies, they proceed to sign the documents as well, as witnesses. As soon as you finished signing the three documents, you start to hear the bustling of the building behind the closed door of the room you were in. Larry opens the door, to reveal a busy office building, filled with people making line and waiting for their turn on various processes, paperwork, and endless amounts of red tape. 

“Finally a clock!” Larry exclaims perhaps a bit to loud as he practically runs towards it, Miguel discretely retires to the nearest restroom, and you just go and get your parking validated from the front desk. The noise of people and the smell of the office oddly reassuring you that this is real, that it’s all going to be okay.

Once the three of you regroup outside at the front doors, you turn to them and say “Thanks for helping me with this, you know”, they both smile towards you and say their respective “No problem” and “We’re here for you” before starting to make your way down the stairs from the building, as you enter your car, Larry starting to talk from the back seat “It’s only been an three hours can you believe it, I thought we were going to be there all week like last time”

“Oh, I hate paperwork!” your brother adds as you start the car, “C’mon I’ll buy you guys dinner” you reply with a smile as you start driving away from the building, towards the setting sun.



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