[ WP ] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he 's ever granted .

It was quiet in the darkness of the lamp. I lay there in silence it was a long day, and I let the mists swirl within me. Another beautification project, none of the kids these days wanted intelligence or wisdom, they only wanted double D's or a muscle job. I needed to move. Maybe just one more job. I could go to Alaska or something, I could save people freezing to death or help the wildlife. 
 
 My musings were interrupted by the soft ding of my telephone. Christ its never good news from that thing. It was my boss calling. I cursed softly under my breath. 
 
 `` Heyo Bill, are you free tonight? I just have one little job that needs doing. It'll be done in a jiffy. Ill remember that your a team player next time your eligible for promotion'' he said 
 
 `` What about Jennifer is n't it her night tonight? I would n't want to deprive her of doing her share to better the world.'' 
 
 `` Well she had to call in sick Bill she really is n't feeling well'' 
 
 `` Oh really, thats to bad do you know what she has?'' 
 
 `` No, actually I do n't Ill be sure to ask her...'' 
 
 I heard the hiss of Jenifer over the phone. 
 
 `` Tomorrow of course. Shes definitely not here right now, shes in bed resting up.'' 
 
 I heard what was most likely Jennifer smack her forehead. Then the call terminated. My boss was so full of shit. Everyone knew the position was already given to Jennifer. He was even firing old Thom for it, our eldest gene. He had a bad policy of seeing through the crap and giving people what they actually wanted. I was n't even supposed to come to work today, and if I asked for overtime then he would find a way to can me too. Maybe I would have some fun with this job. It had been a long time since I had fun with something. We used to have so much more respect people used to bring hundred page textbooks outlining specifically what they wanted from us, even for stuff as simple as a hair color change. The youth these days were spoiled Ill teach em a lesson. The man who I was supposed to take care of was rubbing furiously wanting. This caused a stinging sensation throughout my body. I was resolved to be capricious. 
 
 I emerged into a bustling city. He was a grizzled man most likely in his mid 40's, He had graying hair and a large wispy mustache. He smiled at me reveling yellow teeth. Oh boy this was going to be a fun one. He held up one hand It was missing two fingers. 
 
 `` I got these chopped off in a liddle, *hic* incident with my ex'' he slurred out 
 `` I need five fingers again'' 
 
 `` Are you sure you want five fingers?'' 
 
 `` Thats whud I said, you hard of hearing'' 
 
 `` Your wish is my command'' 
 
 I gave him what he wanted. He did n't have to worry about missing fingers because I took his whole hand. Now he has only five little fingers, and I have a nice souvenir. I think Ill start a collection.
