"Too Perfect"

Perfection is something that we all strive for, some in higher strokes than others. You may aim for every detail to be just right, or you may be someone that doesn't care as long as it gets done. No matter, the longer you focus on and strive for perfection, the deeper descent into madness you will fall, until all that there is to catch you is the web of inconsistencies.

I bit into an apple as I listened to my boss ranting on the phone. Apparently at work we did such a poor job in putting things away and cleaning up after ourselves that the store is now being threatened to be shut down. I didn't want to believe it, and rolled my eyes at most of the things he said. After all, why would a box being crooked on a shelf get us shut down? Don't ask my boss that question, he'll talk your ear off for hours about it.
I was annoyed by the ranting and wanted to quit my job at this point, but I can't exactly afford to do so. Instead, I had to carry my phone around with me and say, "Uh huh," every once in a while. Thankfully he didn't care too much if I was listening.
I made my way over to my couch and turned on the television. I had to quickly adjust the volume, as it was turned up far louder than it ever needed to be. My boss even paused for a minute.
Eventually, the boss finished his little rant and hung up. I was so caught up in the show that I barely noticed him leave. Thank God he did though.
I stood from my couch and made my way over to the kitchen. I had been watching some cooking shows while he was on and it made me hungry enough to want to cook. I turned on the oven and grabbed a pan. I grabbed some ingredients from the fridge and tried mixing them together. The flour and sugar and baking soda all mixed in together formed something I wished so desperately to devour.
After mixing it all together, I sprayed down my pan and poured the mixture into it. I then threw it in the oven and awaited its cook time to finish.
As I waited, I made my way back to the living room. As I walked, I saw a single sock on the floor. Where the hell did this come from? Certainly wasn't me, the laundry had been put up already. I wasn't even missing a sock. I went to pick it up and examined it for a few moments. This sock wasn't even mine.
I sat down on the couch and threw the sock on the coffee table before me. I kicked my feet up and watched television.

It seemed like an eternity, but the alarm went of. It was time to take my brownies out of the oven. I grabbed a hot pad and did so, setting them on top of the stove to cool off a little.
I looked over to the sock that was sitting on the coffee table but it was gone. Where did it go, I was sitting in front of it, watching it the entire time. I looked away for a few moments. Whoever took it must have been hiding directly under the table or something. I began to feel a little unsafe.
I turned back to the brownies but they were all gone, save for one single piece. Okay, something was up. I wanted to get up and dart out of the room, but my feet felt glued in place. I began to feel a little nauseous and began to throw up on the floor, as I knew I wouldn't make it to a trash can. I wiped my mouth and looked to see that there was blood on my hand. I looked down on the floor and saw a pool of dark blood below me. What the hell was going on?
I felt a sharp pain sinking into the flesh on my leg. I looked down and saw my boss, biting a chunk off my leg.