Chapter 18 Chapter 18 A Day in the Office

Around noon the damn lump started itching again, and Perry wondered if it was time for him to see a doctor.But then again, isn't it just a few small rashes?What idiot would go to the doctor for a few rashes?If you don't even have this bit of self-control, what else can you do? His body has always been excellent.Since sixth grade, he has never vomited except for drinking.Everyone around had the flu, and Perry had nothing more than a runny nose and a little nausea.Others would go to ask for sick leave when they have a little problem, but Perry hasn't missed a day of work in three years.He inherited his father's stoic character, just as he inherited his father's strong physique.

Jacob Darcy, in his early years, was a mighty and fierce figure like Chicago Bears soul guard Brian Oklahoma.Perry was 25 when Death pronounced Jacob Dassey cancer.Until the last time he saw his father in the hospital, Perry missed work only once in his life.That day, Perry broke his father's jaw. After completing the end-of-season football training, Perry returned home, only to find his mother being severely beaten by his father.It had been snowing for a week, and the bare grass was covered with a thick layer of snow, but the path leading to the house was still muddy—slippery with tears.

The mother was thrown from the porch by the father and fell into a muddy puddle, the belt rained down on the mother.It wasn't the first time this had happened, but today Perry didn't know why he had suddenly exploded—for the first time in his life—he actually wanted to resist his father's boundless anger. "Show you who's in charge, motherfucker!" The belt came down hard again as he spoke, "You bitches really know how to push your feet! What the hell are you?" Although my father lived in northern Michigan I have lived most of my life, but I still speak with a little hometown accent, and that little drag makes "fucking" sound more like "his wolf".

Perry was a sophomore in high school, 6-foot-2, 200 pounds, growing like weeds.Compared with his father's 6-foot-5 height and 265 pounds of thick muscles, he was nothing to beat.But Perry lunged at his father anyway, leaping and crashing, and the two of them rolled down the muddy front of the porch.The cracked fence was scattered all over the place. Perry scrambled to his feet first, growled, and gave his father another hard left hook.As Perry learned afterwards, the punch shattered his father's jaw.Jacob Darcy throws his son far away like trash.Perry jumped up and was about to rush forward, but was knocked down by his father with a shovel, and then Perry suffered the worst beating in his life.

Perry resisted with all his strength, because he felt that his father would beat him to death.He punched his father twice again with all his strength, but Jacob Darcy continued to swing the shovel in his hand without blinking his eyes. Jacob Darcy went to the hospital the next day in unbearable pain, where doctors put his shattered jaw back together.When he got home, he called his son to the dinner table.After being severely beaten, Perry was covered in cuts and bruises, with large and small cuts all over his body, and he could hardly even walk.He just sat quietly at the table, watching his father write on the paper like scribbling.Jacob Darcy could not read very well, but Perry could read.

"Broken jaw, can't speak," scrawled the paper. "You fight like a real man. I'm proud of you. In this world of the jungle, you have to learn how to survive. Someday." You'll understand, thank me." What kind of thing is this?It sucks!But what was worse than this was not the beating, but the look in his father's eyes.What a look!Filled with sorrow, love, and pride.That look seemed to say "I hurt more than you," but it wasn't referring to his shattered jaw.Hitting someone with a shovel looked to his father like any other father spanking a child—sometimes parenting is all about bragging.Jacob Darcy would not realize that he was doing something wrong—in fact, he felt that he was doing quite well, which is what fatherhood is all about.Although he couldn't bear to beat his only son, but to be a good father, these are all things that must be done, isn't it?

Oh!Thanks Dad, thought Perry, thank you so much!You are the best dad ever! Despite the bitterness in his heart, Perry can't deny that his father made him who he is now.Jacob Darcy made up his mind to cultivate his son into a fierce and invincible strong man, and he succeeded.Perry's fierceness made him invincible on the football field, and he won a college scholarship, giving him the opportunity to finish college.The subtle influence of his father Jacob Darcy created Perry's natural workaholic, which has become an indelible moral standard in his character.He likes to work hard, and he likes to be the backbone of the company.

So rash or not, Perry isn't slacking off from work.But going to work and being productive are two different things.He can't concentrate.He turned over and over in his mind, but there was only the same solution to the problem.His mind was fuzzy and he felt completely incapable of doing the job at hand. "Perry, can I talk to you?" He turned to see Sandy standing in his cubicle, looking unhappy. "Of course," he said. "I just got another call from Gary Brady in Pullman. Their network has been down for three days." "I'm doing repairs. I thought it was done yesterday. Sorry for taking so long."

"I know you're fixing it, but I don't know if you're paying attention. Gary said you made him reboot his network router yesterday. He rebooted it twice! You knew it wouldn't help, but you just made him reboot this morning Once." Perry's brain was short-circuited for a moment, and he didn't know what to say. "Their company is losing money because of network outages, Perry." Sandy sounded a little annoyed. "It's okay to have a failure that can't be solved, but I don't want my employees to make up nonsense when they know they can't."

Perry felt anger rising in his chest.He's done his best, hell!He's the best job in the department, and there's probably no fucking way to fix this glitch! "Can you tell me what's wrong with their system?" Sandy demanded.It was the first time Sandy had gotten angry at him, her eyes wide and her nose heaving.This childish tantrum had the air of a pampered little girl who felt that people should do her bidding. "I don't know," Perry said. Her eyes opened wider and she put her hands on her hips.This arrogant stance made Perry feel another burst of inexplicable anger.

"How dare you say you don't know?" Sandy said. "You've been working on this for three days. You've been working on it for three days and you haven't asked anyone else?" "I said I was working on it!" Perry yelled angrily.The voice sounded foreign even to himself—full of anger and impatience.Sandy glanced at him, a look of sudden horror in his eyes.Perry met her gaze and found that the pampered expression was gone from her face, replaced by suspicion and fear.Perry couldn't help but follow her gaze, and found that at some point he clenched his fists so hard that his joints were faintly white.His entire body is ready to erupt like a volcano, the way he used to be when he was preparing to catch a serve -- or just before a fight.There was a sudden silence in the office.He realized that she must have been frightened by the scene, her petite, 5ft 6in frame in the shadow of his 6ft 5in blood-thumping, looking like a raging black bear about to pounce on a Wounded fawn. He let go of his clenched fist, his cheeks flushed with shame.He scares Sandy, she must have thought he was going to hit her (he begins to berate himself: isn't this all like what happened to his last job, like what happened to his previous boss?). "I'm sorry," Perry whispered.The fear faded from Sandy's eyes, replaced by concern, but she still took two steps back and stood outside the cubicle. "You seem to be under a lot of pressure lately," Sandy said softly, "you can take a rest today and relax." Hearing that he was asked to leave work early, Perry's face began to turn pale. "I'm fine, really! I can fix Pullman's network glitch!" "Never mind," Sandy said, "I'll find someone to fix it. You go home now." She turned and walked out of the cubicle. Perry stares at the floor, feeling like a failure at being a man who betrayed his allegiance to Sandy.He was terribly ashamed that he had ever conceived the idea of ​​smashing her face flat.She gave him the chance and did everything in her power to help him.And this, is this his reward for her?The brave seven dragons on his body began to devour him again, which made him even more frustrated.Dejected like a big kid, Perry packed his battered briefcase and put on his coat. His chat software beeps: Stitch Fingers the White: Hey buddy, are you all right?Do you want me to help? Perry stared blankly at the message.He doesn't deserve help from others, and he doesn't deserve sympathy from others.He stood and typed a reply. Bloody Michigan jersey: Don't worry.I'm fine. Stitch Fingers of Pale Skin: You're not so good.Calm down, go home, I'll take care of the rest for you. Blood-stained Michigan jersey: No, you leave it alone. Stitch Fingers the White: Well, I swear I won't say a word to Sandy.However, I often lie.I also "promised" that I wouldn't help you with Pullman's glitches. White Stitch Fingers: Go watch your porn Pope TV show and forget about it. Bill is his good buddy.However, it made Perry feel even worse.Even if he was determined not to get Bill involved, his buddies would still help him with the job. He walked out of the office feeling like a mang on his back.Perry's cheeks were flushed with frustration.He jumped in the car, ready to go home.