The Big, Bad, Ugly Freaking Wolf

I have told everyone about my fear of dogs. I am afraid of big dogs, little dogs, fat dogs and skinny dogs. It really makes no difference what kind of dog it is either. If it is a member of the dog family, I do not like them. That being said let me tell you about my Saturday.

Before I go into the events that took place on Saturday, I must give you a bit of back round. My boss is a hunter. He lives for hunting and has pretty much hunted for any animal that is huntable. Back in the fall he was wolf hunting in Canada somewhere, and got a few wolves. He has a trophy room somewhere that he keeps his hunted animals in. He had one of his wolves stuffed, and mounted on a fake rock. His wolf was shipped last week, and received at our work facility. I knew it was here, in the warehouse, in a crate. He was going to take it to his house one of these days.

I had missed work on Friday. I had a few Dr. appointments and such, so I was out all day. Being the good employee that I am, I decided to come in on Saturday to get caught up on my work. So I come into the dark empty building alone. Being alone allows me to get a ton of junk done without any interruptions. So, I enter the building and disarm the alarm system. I do not turn any lights on, as the sunlight is lighting up enough for me to see. I stroll down the hallway towards my office. I open my office door, and there in the shadows is a freaking wolf. It was a big, bad, ugly freaking wolf. I freaked out. I started backpedaling, and saying every word in the book. It took me a few seconds to register that this was one of the stuffed wolves, and even after that hit me, I was still scared shitless.

I gathered myself, and got my composure back. I tiptoed around the beast towards my desk. My heart was still pounding, as I sat down in my chair. I turned toward my computer and there was a big, bad, ugly freaking wolf head under my desk. I freaked again. The bastards got me, and they got me good. I grabbed my files and ran out of the office screaming like a little girl. The entire office knew about this practical joke. They all thought that I would be in on Monday, and they were going to be here to see me pass out, but I came in on Saturday. Saturday was April fools day. They did not even mean to get me on April fools, but they did. They got me, the bastards got me good. I hate the people I work with.