A personification essay about being a alarm clock.

I have the worst job in the world. It is the worst job because I have the worst boss is the universe. As much as I want to like and enjoy my occupation and my boss, I believe that the man is a ruthless and evil man. Before I am categorized as another lazy immigrant, allow me to explain my case. There is no doubt that I am close to being a forgotten victim of …

…his treatment. I was perfect the entire time I worked for Blake. I never missed a wake up call or was late giving one, and my display time was never incorrect (except for when the power went out). I worked under Blake for over three years before he killed me and he never thanked me once, despite my perfect performance. Whatever happens after a clock dies must be better than my life working for Blake.