Paradise encore…

It hasn’t been a day I can write home about, I was dreading this day for the longest time. I was hoping the sun wont rise today but it did and how?
The boss had been away, what bliss, away to attend a funeral and a wedding, life was near peaceful, clear days where the sun shone and the zephyr washed away the sorrows, but just like every day has its night and every beginning has an end, so did this phase.
I lay in bed, eyes wide shut, thoughts of falling ill and death were constant companions but between the twenty minutes I got for my self before I head out to battle, neither did I die or fall ill, what luck!!!!
A few smokes, a cup of black coffee and I was at work, sweating and stressing dreading the inevitable, the slave awaited the masters return.
She walked in while I was sipping on my second cup of coffee. There were no pleasantries exchanged just a list of work which needed to be completed in the next twenty minutes.
All stress and no relief is a constant companion when the boss is around, the associates (read as slaves) dread the return, the presence, it’s a complicated situation, its like treading the valley of death, where the only thing inevitable is the proverbial death itself.
When shall this sun set, when will I be free again. Thoughts of me walking into her chamber with a wee gun and shooting my self, make me happy make me smile.
Will I ever rise against this tyranny?