From: veredgf Date: 4 Sep 2001 10:44:09 -0700 Subject: NEW: "OUT OF IT" 1/1 Source: atxc Title: "Out of it" Author: Vered Gilad Friedman (royvered@netvision.net.il) Rating: PG-13 (harsh language) Category: VA Spoilers: Post S.8 Summary: Mulder goes nuts while being without a job. Disclaimer: Not mine. 1013's and FOX's respectfully. No money gonna be made outa this. Archive: Major archives - Yes. Anybody else, please just write and let me know - thanks! Feedback: Guess what? I'd love to get feedback, bad, good, whatever... Just write to me at - royvered@netvision.net.il -------------------------------------------------------------- OUT OF IT - by: Vered Gilad Friedman ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm bored. I'm miserable. I hate it! How on Earth do people do it? How do they manage to do nothing all day? Look at me: I'm going around this stupid house in circles. From the sofa, to the kitchen, to the fridge, to the sofa, to the bedroom, to the laptop, to the window, to the bathroom, back to sofa... I'm fucking climbing up the walls here. So great, Scully's working again. Great! Look at poor Mulder left behind to be the housewife. There's just so much washing I'm willing to do, or cooking, or cleaning... I want to do something real. I want to be busy again. I want to be back inside. But they won't let me. They don't want me, and now what am I to do? Thought it'd be easy to get something quick. I had such a great name while I worked for Violent Crimes, but now, I've got such a spooky resume', lately I feel embarrassed showing it after seeing the cringe of most people who'd browsed through it. It starts with oohs and aahs, and ends with 'I'm sorry. I don't think we have anything for you, but if we will, we'll give you a call. Have a good day." Good day my ass! You call *this* a good day? I'd been used to working days and night. 24/7 non-stop work and non-stop cases, and now I'm reduced to this! I don't even get to take care of William. Scully put him in daycare and I'm left with washing his clothes and tossing them into the drier. It's amazing how good you get at folding miniature clothes after a while. It's been three weeks since Scully went back to work and I'm going crazy! If I don't find something meaningful to do soon I'm going to ask to be abducted again. At least I'm not bored there. One thing I'd really like to do. I'd like to smash the jaw of the next person who'll tell me that 'everything happens for a reason.', and 'don't worry, you'll be working again anytime soon.'. What the *fuck* are they talking about? Do they know what it's like to be unemployed? Do they have any idea? Oh, I'd give both my arms for a delicious X-File right now. I feel like such a nag when I ask Scully to give me the juicy details of what she did at work. At first she seemed understanding and told me everything, but gradually I got on her nerves, and it turned into 'Not now, Mulder.', 'Later.', 'Can we skip it this time?', or 'I've got to get William ready for bed', yada, yada, yada... Basically what it meant was 'Shove off Mulder, I'm tired of you nagging me. Now move out of my way.'. So eventually I stopped asking and now I'm so out of it. I still want to ask her what she did, what they found out. I want to offer my input, but I just don't want to feel like a bug, so I shut up and sulk, and Scully just ignores it. I sulk so much, she'd given up on trying to make me feel better, and well, no wonder. I'm feeling so hopeless now. God, I gotta get a job soon, or else. Gotta get back into it. THE END -------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Why did I write it? Cause I've just lost my job, and I feel like sh*t, and if people think it's fun to have some free time on your hands, then think again. -------------------------------------------------------------- More fic: http://www.geocities.com/vered_g My art: http://veredgf.fredfarm.com --------------------------------------------------------------