-later-
I rewrite my logs in a neater fashion, and look at it, and draw a conkeldurr on the last page. My boss walks by in the middle of the drawing and yells "What in Arceus' name are you doing?! You can't be slacking on the job! Stop drawing, and get to work!" and I jump from being startled and my pencil flies up and hits me on my head. I grab it and erase the whole drawing and slide the stack of papers over and drum my fingers on my desk. I get a new sheet and write down some other reporter's paper, since his was rejected too, for horrendous handwriting. Not fit for the newspapers. I put it on the stack and grab it, stand up, and limp over to the Smeargle that somehow got all the papers to stick together, no matter what. I sit in a chair in his space, and ask him how he gets them to stick together.

"Well, you see, my tail's secretions are twice as sticky as the normal smeargle's, making it pretty much useless for painting, but perfect for this type of job. I just coat it, and it gives our papers the signature green 'binding'," he says.

I nod, and say "Oh, okay. I have to go talk to the boss," and I stand up. I walk-run to my boss's office and wave to him nervously. "Hi, sir... um... I-I'd appreciate it if... if you wouldn't yell at me in front of the whole station, please..." I say to him.

"Excuse me, what?" he asks, looking at me as if I had a cold.

"I said that I would l-like it if you wouldn't yell at me like that, sir," I say, looking at him.

"Oh... come, sit," he says, pointing at the seat in front of his desk. I walk to it and hop up into it, and sit down. "You... disapprove? ... I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" he says sarcastically. "Well, I'm glad you brought this up, because I believe that a business surely can't run properly without communication."

"Right, right, yes," I say, nodding. I look at him, sweating and tapping my fingers. He was meandering around, picking up and putting down things, moving things and closing cabinets.

"Well, in that case, let's make one thing clear. What did I tell you the very first day you applied for a job here?" he asks, and I don't say anything in my nervousness. "Let's review. I told you the very first day you applied here that your thoughts. Are nothing. Your opinions. Are NOTHING. And then you get the idea to come into MY office and try to tell me--"

I cut him off and stand up. "This is a bad time," I say, getting ready to rush out the door and back to my workplace.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT? LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR YOU NIMROD, YOU ARE NOTHING!" He yells. He grabs a binder and looks at me, and asks "You see this? This means more to the news station than you do! But does it whine when I do this?!" and he throws it at me. I cover my eyes and face and I yelp as it hits me. "YOU MEAN NOTHING. THESE PENCILS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU, THESE PAPERCLIPS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU!" he yells, throwing pencils at me, and paperclips at me. I cover my head again and flinch. "YOU MISERABLE LITTLE CRYBABY, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT HERE, THEN LEAVE!" he yells, pushing me out of the chair and into the door. "There are tons of people who would kill for your spot, who would die to be here! You little pansy! Why can't you show any backbone, HUH?" he yells. "I don't appreciate your yelling, sir," he mocks, in a whiny voice. "You gotta be a man to do this job!" he yells as he throws a book at me, and I open the door and leave his office. I breathe wavily, and walk back to my desk, and get my stuff and put it in my backpack, then walk out the door. I was shocked, since he hasn't yelled at me like THAT in almost a year.

 I shiver and walk down the steps carefully, to not hurt my leg and ask if there were places I could apply for a job at, since I knew I was getting fired for this. Someone points me to... ugh. That place. The 'guild'. I would only go there if I was fired for good, and couldn't find a job anywhere else. I rub my eyes and think about it. I didn't notice my skin had changed color to a light red from the abuse and the humiliation. I quickly go back to a green and rub my eyes again. I wasn't crying, my eyes were just teary.